For a new manager? Had Arthur Whitman finally got round to appointing someone to that position when he had been in London? Certainly he had held no interview here at Prodor. ‘I thought it would serve the purpose very well, what do you think, Katrin?’ She had thought that office, that job, as good as hers! Hadn’t she proved herself as good as any man at handling the business of the factory, hadn’t she been every bit as efficient in the running of the office as Harriet Simpson had been? ‘Not so big as to be daunting yet large enough to accommodate a fair-sized table and chairs; yes, I think that office should fit the bill all right, don’t you?’ ‘Maybe I could answer if I knew what the “bill” is you are talking about.’ ‘Sorry.’ Whitman gave a brief shake of his head. ‘I thought I’d told you. Christ, there are so many things to think of a man can lose his reason trying to keep track of them.’ Hence the newly appointed manager!
