He only had a few minutes before Gilbert would come looking for him.He relived the red electricity bill incident. That had been bad, a real cock-up. Not concentrating enough, that was the trouble. All that shouting and prancing about he’d done. He moved around the desk as if the change of position could shift the memory of his earlier histrionics.Still, not much use dwelling on it; he’d never been particularly good at that aspect of business, even when his mind was focused on what he was doing. Give him the bigger picture to think of and he was fine, but all that checking and attention to detail, all that keeping the plates spinning – not where his strengths lay. Thank God for Grace standing there catching the china. Like Emma.No, best not to think about Emma at the moment.He bent down and got hold of his briefcase, remembering how he’d told Grace he’d emptied it out to take to the Chamber of Commerce meeting. She’d never know he only got there in time for the last two items on the agenda.
