November 28, 2004
The intercom on his desk chimed, and his secretary said, ‘Excuse me, Dr Ostin.'
‘Yes, Sharen.'
‘Your 9.30 appointment is here, sir.'
Benn glanced at the time display in the corner of his screen. 9.30 exactly. If only all of his employees were so punctual. But then today of all days, he had reason to be.
‘Thank you. Send him in.'
The doors at the other end of his office slid aside and admitted a tall, well-built man in a grey suit. He had buzz-cut hair and a disciplined posture, but his features were rounded and ordinary, and somehow reassuring.
‘Yes, Sharen.'
‘Your 9.30 appointment is here, sir.'
Benn glanced at the time display in the corner of his screen. 9.30 exactly. If only all of his employees were so punctual. But then today of all days, he had reason to be.
‘Thank you. Send him in.'
The doors at the other end of his office slid aside and admitted a tall, well-built man in a grey suit. He had buzz-cut hair and a disciplined posture, but his features were rounded and ordinary, and somehow reassuring.