"This woman will be the death of me!" Bernard shouted as he looked at the phone in disbelief.

"Sir, did you call me?" Bernard raised his head to see the cleaner at the door with an enquiring look on her face. She shrank back at the thunderous look on his face even before Bernard bellowed.

"Did you hear me call your name? Get out and close that door for me!"

Bernard was in his home office, where he had been pacing for the past few hours after trying unsuccessfully to concentrate on the documents he would be carrying for his journey the following day. That was after he had tried...