Chapter 37

He managed to finish the

first draft by lunchtime and took it to the typing pool. Because

the paper was destined for the leader’s office, he marked the

typing as urgent. “Which means I should get it back by the end of

next week,” he grumbled as he dropped it in the tray. He then

headed directly for the staff dining room for much-needed

sustenance.

Sandy was there munching

on her celery as usual. Paul, who didn’t mind the occasional salad,

would never indulge himself in front of her, however. He enjoyed

the look of disapproval he always got when he put his plate of meat

on the table.

“I was reading a report

the other day that said eating beef causes male fertility to

decrease.”

“That’s all right, I

wasn’t planning on having any kids.”

Paul began hacking at his

dinner; the chef had overcooked the roast. Paul thought back to the

roast dinners Trevor prepared at weekends. The meat almost fell off

the bones it was so tender.

Thinking about his former