Grant? Tell him to come straight in.” As she replaced the telephone, Miranda, prim in a high-necked grey flannel suit, checked the Cartier travelling clock on her white desk She had to finish reading the pile of reports in front of her and make the necessary decisions before tomorrow’s jaanagement meeting. Adam sauntered in, his hands in the pockets of his dark city suit. He looked at Miranda’s white, exhausted face and said, “I thought you might like to knock off early and go to Hair’. Hair, the psychedelic tribal-love-rock American musical that celebrated hippie values, free love, hash, and hatred of IJhe Vietnam War, had opened the day after stage censorship by the lord chamberlain had been abolished. “I’d love to, but Miranda pointed to the piles of papers. “And I have to find time tomorrow to visit Buzz.” Buzz was still in an Eastbourne hospital. “Forget everything else, just for one evening. We’ve got something to celebrate. In our first year as a public company, our pre-tax profits have increased by twenty per cent.”
