Chp. 15

*** Phil ***

Phil stood at the supermarket's first floor, looking below, and telling himself he ought to get back inside his office to reply to an email that was waiting-

His assistant appeared with his tab.

“I’m pretty sure I said phone, not tab!” He tried his best not to glower at her.

She didn't move immediately. Instead, she stood slightly wide-eyed and open-mouthed. He could not tell if that was surprise or irritation on her face and he did not care at all.

“Phone, Linda! Go on.” He shooed her away.

The truth was he could not recall what he asked her to bring - whether it was his phone or the tablet. Maybe he expected her to read his mind and know the device he needed at that point.

Phil was horribly distracted. And very irritated for no reason. He has been standing here, in front of the door leading to his office on the first floor, since he got back from his short break. From where he stood, he could see most parts of the supermarket sales floor. He could not see all the way