"Can it! Who's your Section boss? Get him down here. On the double. Come
on!" His face was streaming with perspiration but his voice was firm
with the purpose that drove him.
Her lips closed into an angry line, and she jabbed a finger at a desk
button. "I'll call the Personnel Manager."
"Thanks," he said sarcastically, and waited impatiently. Odd, the way
the Receptionist looked a little like Nan.
The Personnel Manager wore a perfectly-tailored suit. He strode across
the lobby floor toward Ish, his hand outstretched.
"Martin Isherwood!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "I'm _very_ glad to
meet you!"
"I'll bet," Ish said dryly, giving the Personnel Manager's hand a short
shake. "I've got other ideas. I want out."
"That's all he's been saying for the past forty-five minutes, Sir," the
Receptionist said from behind her desk.