The boss came out of his office and approached the desk.
“Good morning Preston, I saw you…”
“Pulling in?” he said, with a smile.
“Pardon?”
“You saw me pulling into the car park this morning, in my new car.”
The boss looked confused. “No. I saw you hadn’t finished the…”
“Brindley file?”
“The what?”
“The Brindley file, I know, I‘m working on it now.”
The boss raised his eyebrows. “No. I don’t know about the Brindley file. Is that something you’re working on?”
Preston looked embarrassed. “Erm! Well, yes.”
The boss shrugged. “No. No, I was going to ask you about the Morgan account. Do you think…”
“I can get it finished ASAP?”
“No. Not at all, I was going to ask if you could put it on hold.” The boss grimaced as frustration began to set in. It was always like this when he had to deal with Preston.
He went on. “I’ve just had…”
“A call?”
“A what?”
“A call, from them, about their account.”
The boss sighed “No. I’ve had second thoughts about the rates we are offering.”
“Too high?”
The boss looked worried. “No. Too low. I would really like to…”
“Have them look elsewhere?”
“No Preston. Not at all. I’d like to keep them as clients.”
He glared at Preston and said “I want to up it by half a percent. I’m afraid it means going over the figures again, along with all the paperwork of course.”
Preston looked down at his keyboard. “Not a problem. That shouldn’t take long. This predictive text is wonderful!”
