Rotten Apples
“Giving her name to the man in the glass-fronted cubicle by the door, Willow was admitted. Apparently scowling, he told her to go to the third floor, waved her towards a door marked ‘Private’ and reached for the telephone on his desk.
Wondering whether the taxpayer’s charter would ever manage to change such surliness, and whether that kind of thing should figure in her report, Willow took a creaky lift up to the third floor and stepped out into a semi-open-plan office furnished with grey-met...al desks and an astonishing assortment of chairs. Looking from side to side as she tried to decide which way to go, she saw a short, dark-haired woman rushing towards her from an open door at the far end of the room.
‘Willow King?’ ‘Yes. Are you Kate Moughette?’ ‘That’s right. Come along and meet Len Scoffer. He handled the Fydgett case and can give you everything you need.’ Kate’s speech was so fast that Willow found it hard to sort the hurried syllables into comprehensible words.MoreLess
Wondering whether the taxpayer’s charter would ever manage to change such surliness, and whether that kind of thing should figure in her report, Willow took a creaky lift up to the third floor and stepped out into a semi-open-plan office furnished with grey-met...al desks and an astonishing assortment of chairs. Looking from side to side as she tried to decide which way to go, she saw a short, dark-haired woman rushing towards her from an open door at the far end of the room.
‘Willow King?’ ‘Yes. Are you Kate Moughette?’ ‘That’s right. Come along and meet Len Scoffer. He handled the Fydgett case and can give you everything you need.’ Kate’s speech was so fast that Willow found it hard to sort the hurried syllables into comprehensible words.MoreLess
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