Salaryman’s Bank Performance Report
Salaryman arrived to the car-park just as Boss’s chauffeur was stamping on his cigarette. “Boss will be down in a second,” the chauffeur said. “You don’t happen to have a laptop running OS/2, do you?” “No, I don’t,” Salaryman said, tuning his cufflinks. “Darn,” the chauffeur said, staring at the doorway he expected Boss to walk through any minute. “I wanted to check my email.” Just then the door opened. Boss walked through, followed by whoever had held the door for him. Salaryman kept a keen eye on the new fellow. He was dark, thin, and tall and wore a meticulously-brushed three-piece suit.