Candleburn (37 page)

I
typed a reply that in a few words had to say many things. First: I understand your concern. Second: have confidence, I’m capable. Third: I’m dealing with the situation. And finally: shut up and leave me alone. I’ve got things to do.

Olaf,

That’s
the job.

Ritter.

The
phone rang. I looked instinctively at The Line. The red phone was silent. It came from the black one on my desk. I answered it.

“Mr
Ritter? This is Michael Glasser’s secretary. You are summoned to his office immediately.”

Summoned?

Immediately?

Amusing
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