Tuesday, April 15th 2008
In Glasgow
I look at Cameron.
“So, what do you think?”
“I think it’s great, Princess. That’s a very good piece of writing.”
“Thanks. Will it be good enough for the Boss? That’s another story… Ok, let’s go.”
I put the paper back in the folder, and go. The Boss’s office is on the next floor, and though I’m in quite a hurry, I’m too stressed to take the lift. So, stairs it is. Once I get in front of the door, I take some deep inspirations. I knock on the door, three or four times.
“Yes?”
I push the door open and enter the office of the Boss. Mr Patrick Neal is sitting, behind his desk. There are papers everywhere on it. He is wearing that kind of suit that is both extremely uncomfortable (according to my dad) and expensive. He waves at the chair in front of him. I sit down, the folder still in my hands.
“Miss Collomb, how are you?”
“I am very well, sir, thank you. How are you?”
“Well, that will depend on your work. You see, we expect great returns from your page… Are you ready?”
I look at the folder, and then hand it to him.
“Yes, sir, we are ready.”