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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