DAMIAN
I snapped my fingers impatiently at my secretary.
"Reread it," I said as I continued to move around the office.
Her brief glance at me hinted at her surprise. Then, she began for the third or fourth time to read to me the reports on the progress of the bullet train railway project that we were handling.
"The engineers say the project is expected to take a minimum of..."
Again, I stopped paying attention to what she was saying. Her voice merely droned on in the background. I had tried reading the report myself, but it had been so damn hard to focus, and so I had enlisted the help of my secretary to read it to me. It had made no difference because my thoughts had kept on straying.
Since getting the contract for the railway project, I have focused all my attention on the proje
