'Just do it,' barked Agatha, 'or find yourself another boss. Jump to it!'
And Peta jumped.
A short time afterwards, Agatha was ensconced in a larger office while Peta silently placed a tray of coffee and biscuits in front of her.
For one brief moment, Agatha thought of James, of Mrs Bloxby, of her cats, her home, her garden, and closed her eyes in pain.
Then she opened them again and pulled the phone towards her.
She was back in business and there was work to be done.
Carsely could wait.
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