He looks rather like a dissolute baby. “You’ve worked here for a long time, Eleanor,” he said.
I nodded; that was factually correct. “Did you know that Loretta is going off on leave for the foreseeable?”
I shook my head. I am not interested in the petty tittle-tattle of quotidian office life.
Unless it’s gossip about a certain singer, of course. “I can’t say I’m surprised,” I said.
“I always doubted her grasp of the basic principles of value-added tax,” I shrugged, “so perhaps it’s for the best.”
“Her husband’s got testicular cancer, Eleanor,” he said. “She wants to look after him.”
I thought about this for a moment. “That must be very difficult for them both,” I said.
“But, if detected early enough, the survival and recovery rates for cancer of the testes are good.
If you’re male and you are unfortunate enough to get any sort of cancer, that’s probably the best type to have.”
He fiddled with one of his fancy black pens. “So,” he said. “I’m going to be needing a new office manager, for the next few months at least.”
I nodded. “Would you be interested, Eleanor? It’d mean a bit more money, a bit more responsibility.
I think you’re ready for it, though.” I considered this. “How much more money?” I asked.
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