“We’re getting a file today. From the Ministry of Transportation.” He got up and said, “Wait here.” He went over to his office door, which he opened, and stood in the doorway looking around at the cubicles. I heard him say, “Spender, Spender, Spender?”
I turned around in my chair to see what was going on. He was waving frantically with his hand until a young man with a beard, wearing a dark green shirt half-tucked into black jeans and a pair of sandals, came over. “Kallman called,” Filderman told the young man.
Kallman was Arthur Kallman, the second-floor Director and Filderman’s boss. Each floor had its own Director, who was located in the largest of the four corner offices.
“We’re getting a file from Transportation. They’ve finally written a policy on car phones. We all knew that was
