I could do without all the paperwork though….
I survey the pile of files, reports, applications for permission and other crap on my desk.
I remember when I used to design bridges….
Richard enjoys this stuff….
Each to their own….
I check my watch. I have a meeting on-site within twenty minutes.
Would this be useful for her?
I tap on my phone. “Charlotte, I’m going on-site to talk with Sam Callaghan. We’ll be looking at the latest ground surveys on B-site. Do you want to come?”
“I’d like to, but I’m in a meeting myself. Do you need me there right now?”
“I can hang on for five minutes. I’ll wait by the main entrance.”
I head for the elevator, throwing, “I’m going on-site, Francis,” behind me. “I’m not expecting to be in again today.”
“Very well, James.”
I descend, noticing a rattl
