Chapter 3: Wednesday
Doug leaned over the counter of the deserted staff restaurant and groaned.
“Man could die of caffeine withdrawal here,” he grumbled into the empty air. He glanced at his watch: it was nearly three P.M. “Not my fault I’m late for lunch.” For him, it had been another one of those mornings. First, a visiting client had taken exception to Doug’s sense of humour and his collection of topical and far from tasteful jokes, to the extent they’d threatened to withdraw their account. Doug thought it all unnecessarily provocative, but then, apparently, those were exactly the words the client had used about him.
Then, one of the new girls on Reception had opened Doug’s post by mistake and found his latest copy of a promotional, personal accessories magazine. He’d explained at so
