His face paled slightly as he read it, then nodding to Pam he tucked the note into a corner of his blotter and turned back to the meeting. It wasn’t until early afternoon that he eventually returned to his office, where he buzzed immediately through for Pam. ‘Did she say what she wanted?’ he asked, as soon as Pam had closed the door. Pam shook her head. ‘Just that she wanted you to call her.’ Phillip looked distractedly about the office, trying to decide what he should do. It was probably because it was such an alien feeling to him that it was some time before he realized that the emotion unfurling itself inside him was only just short of pure joy, and as he turned to Pam he found that she too was smiling. ‘Shall I get her on the line?’ Pam asked. ‘Yes, do that. Do it right now.’ A few minutes later Pam put the call through and Phillip felt a sharp pang in his chest as he heard Corrie’s voice, saying, ‘Mr Denby?’ ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘What can I do for you, Corrie?’ He hoped he sounded at the very least approachable, and wished he could tell her that she didn’t have to call him that.
