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"
Gary
.
What
’
s
going
on
?
Is
this
a
joke
or
something
?
"
Gary
looked
around
,
as
if
he
had
heard
something
.
He
flicked
the
keyboard
,
activating
a
screen
-
saver
of
dancing
hippopotami
,
then
he
shook
his
head
as
if
to
clear
it
,
picked
up
the
telephone
,
and
began
to
dial
.
Richard
slammed
his
hand
down
on
the
phone
,
cutting
Gary
off
.
"
Look
,
this
isn
’
t
funny
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
everyone
’
s
playing
at
.
"
Finally
,
to
his
enormous
relief
,
Gary
looked
up
at
him
.
Richard
continued
,
"
If
I
’
ve
been
fired
then
just
tell
me
I
’
ve
been
fired
,
but
all
this
pretending
I
’
m
not
here
.
.
.
"
And
then
Gary
smiled
and
said
,
"
Hi
.
Yeah
.
I
’
m
Gary
Perunu
.
Can
I
help
you
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
"
said
Richard
,
coldly
,
and
he
walked
out
of
the
office
,
leaving
his
briefcase
behind
him
.
Richard
’
s
offices
were
on
the
third
floor
of
a
big
,
old
,
drafty
building
,
just
off
the
Strand
.
Jessica
worked
about
halfway
up
a
large
crystalline
,
mirrored
structure
in
the
City
of
London
,
fifteen
minutes
’
walk
up
the
road
.
Richard
jogged
up
that
road
.
He
got
to
the
Stockton
building
in
ten
minutes
,
walked
straight
past
the
uniformed
security
guards
on
duty
on
the
ground
floor
,
stepped
into
the
elevator
,
and
went
up
.
The
inside
of
the
elevator
was
mirrored
,
and
he
stared
at
himself
as
he
went
up
.
His
tie
was
half
-
undone
and
askew
,
his
coat
was
ripped
,
his
pants
torn
,
his
hair
was
a
sweaty
mess
.
.
.
God
,
he
looked
awful
.
There
was
a
fluting
tone
,
and
the
elevator
door
opened
.
Jessica
’
s
floor
was
quite
opulent
,
in
an
underdecorated
sort
of
way
.
There
was
a
receptionist
by
the
elevator
,
a
poised
and
elegant
creature
who
looked
like
her
take
-
home
pay
beat
Richard
’
s
hands
down
.
She
was
reading
Cosmopolitan
.
She
did
not
look
up
as
Richard
came
over
.
"
I
need
to
talk
to
Jessica
Bartram
,
"
said
Richard
.
"
It
’
s
important
.
I
have
to
speak
with
her
.
"
The
receptionist
ignored
him
,
intent
upon
examining
her
nails
.
Richard
walked
down
the
corridor
until
he
got
to
Jessica
’
s
office
.
He
opened
the
door
and
went
in
.
She
was
standing
in
front
of
three
large
posters
,
each
advertising
"
Angels
over
England
—
A
Traveling
Exhibition
,
"
each
with
a
different
image
of
an
angel
on
it
.
She
turned
as
he
came
in
,
and
she
smiled
warmly
at
him
.
