The Reception Time: 2:10 pm
The memo was something of a surprise. You'd featured rather heavily in the issue before, and had reasonably suspected that the editor wouldn't want to see hide nor hair of you for a while. However, summoned you have been.
The trouble with these meetings is, you'll never know where it'll lead; whether he'll ask you to write a few hundred words for a box-out, or to spend a day tramping round the London suburbs in search of the homes of C-list celebrities. Maybe it'll just be a straight commission. And if you're really blessed, he'll fall into the usual trap of rattling off so much information in the meeting that you'll only need to transcribe what you can remember. Such are the misdemeanours available to you when your boss is disturbingly well-informed and in love with the sound of his own voice.
Still, you've not much time. Best get your skates on, especially if the receptionist is in one of his difficult moods...
Copyright (c) 2004: Simon Scott
Release 1 / Serial number 040909 / Inform v6.30 Library 6/11 S
ORLibrary release 1.3C (2004.06.08)
An interactive article from God's Rude Wireless
This is the reception area. There is a sign here, and a podium, on which sits a bell. There is also a small waiting area with four low chairs and a coffee table.
The door to the main office lies to the west.
On the coffee table is a copy of God's Rude Wireless.
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