Chapter 7

“Mr. Briggs was very concerned for your dignity and that this might perceived to be a demotion in your eyes, as you would lose your own space and have to share an office.” Mr. Merryweather smiled. “I assured him that this would not be an issue and you would be gratified by the recommendation.”

Adam felt inordinately pleased that the dry stick and stickler for hard work who was his father’s personal secretary could rate him in any way. “I am indeed more than simply gratified. It’s nice to feel that I’m of slightly more use than your paperweight,” he pointed to the glass globe on the grand oak desk.

Adam’s father laughed. “I thought you’d take it that way. Mr. Briggs is clearing a space for you in accounts as we speak and he is ready to move you down there after lunch. I’m very proud of you, my boy,” he said warmly.

“Thanks, Dad, for giving me this opportunity,” Adam began.