Looking down at his watch,Neville beeby realized that it was time for his appointment with Robin Jefferson. Quickly he descended one floor and soon found the appropriate office. He knocked on the door and walked into the office,which looked somewhat like one of the futuristic models he had seen at this year's office products show at Olympia. His jaw dropped in awe,not realizing that real peopleever had offices like that. Everything looked so new,so modern,so shipshape and Bristol fashion.
"May I help you?" inquired the receptionist.
"Nevill Beeby here to see Robin jefferson. I have an appointment scheduled at half.
"Ms.jefferson is runnjng a littel late this morning. She should be available to meetwith you in about ten minutes. Please be seated. There are magazines and today's Well street Journal on the table in the corner. Make yourself at home. I'll tell heryou are here."Instanly,the receptionist vanished down a hallway.