Chester opened the book. It read: / like chicken better than pork. Fried chicken is the best. Followed by chocolate ice cream — my favourite. Mum's a great cook — I love you, Mum. Chester couldn't help smiling at the man. The man saw him and gave him a dangerous look. Just then the train reached Chester's station. Time to get off the train. He closed die book and put it back into his pocket. As he walked the short distance to his office his mind turned from the book to Dorothy. He had been thinking of asking her out to dinner. 'I'll do it today,' he thought. 'But what if she hasn't thought about me in that way? Maybe she isn't as attracted to me as I am to her?' For a moment his heart felt heavy. 'Hey, come on, Chester — she's not blind. She's sure to be interested — after all, you're a good-looking guy and you are a junior manager.' Chester walked into his office. His secretary was already busy typing. 'Any messages, Miss Han?' he asked her. 'Yes, sir,' said Miss Han, 'from the Manager. He says he can't go to the meeting today about the Eastern business. He wants you to take over right away.' Yes! This was the kind of opportunity he'd been waiting for. yHe would show them all just how good he was. This was an important piece of business. If he could make sure that everything went well he would get noticed. He would be an obvious choice for the next manager's job. If he became a manager he would be the youngest manager in the business! And Dorothy would like that, wouldn't she? What woman wouldn't? He thought of her soft figure in his arms. Her voice was whispering his name softly, Oh, Chester. . . Chester. . . Ah, Dorothy! 'No problem,' he told Miss Han. 'Tell the others I'll be there to prepare for the meeting in half an hour.' When he met the others Chester was confident and did his job well. He made sure that everybody knew what to do. The meeting that afternoon was sure to be a success. If, of course, the figures he had were all correct. Just then he noticed a little smile on the face of Mr Shaw. 'What's the old man got to smile about?' thought Chester. 'He never smiles — why is he smiling now?' Then he remembered his little book. He took it out of his pocket and hid it behind some papers. He pretended to be looking at his notes and thought of Mr Shaw. The words appeared immediately: I'll teach that young fool a lesson. I've got some figures he doesn 't know about hidden in my office. I've been working on this longer than he has. When he can't come up with the right figures he'll look stupid. Then I'll produce them and save the day. He'll look like a boy trying to do a man's job. He needs to learn some respect for experienced professionals tike me. Chester felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck. 'So the old man really does dislike me, after all!' Chester wondered what all the others thought about him but had no time to
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Chester opened the book. It read: / like chicken better than pork. Fried chicken is the best. Followed by chocolate ice cream — my favourite. Mum's a great cook — I love you, Mum. Chester couldn't help smiling at the man. The man saw him and gave him a dangerous look. Just then the train reached Chester's station. Time to get off the train. He closed die book and put it back into his pocket. As he walked the short distance to his office his mind turned from the book to Dorothy. He had been thinking of asking her out to dinner. 'I'll do it today,' he thought. 'But what if she hasn't thought about me in that way? Maybe she isn't as attracted to me as I am to her?' For a moment his heart felt heavy. 'Hey, come on, Chester — she's not blind. She's sure to be interested — after all, you're a good-looking guy and you are a junior manager.' Chester walked into his office. His secretary was already busy typing. 'Any messages, Miss Han?' he asked her. 'Yes, sir,' said Miss Han, 'from the Manager. He says he can't go to the meeting today about the Eastern business. He wants you to take over right away.' Yes! This was the kind of opportunity he'd been waiting for. yHe would show them all just how good he was. This was an important piece of business. If he could make sure that everything went well he would get noticed. He would be an obvious choice for the next manager's job. If he became a manager he would be the youngest manager in the business! And Dorothy would like that, wouldn't she? What woman wouldn't? He thought of her soft figure in his arms. Her voice was whispering his name softly, Oh, Chester. . . Chester. . . Ah, Dorothy! 'No problem,' he told Miss Han. 'Tell the others I'll be there to prepare for the meeting in half an hour.' When he met the others Chester was confident and did his job well. He made sure that everybody knew what to do. The meeting that afternoon was sure to be a success. If, of course, the figures he had were all correct. Just then he noticed a little smile on the face of Mr Shaw. 'What's the old man got to smile about?' thought Chester. 'He never smiles — why is he smiling now?' Then he remembered his little book. He took it out of his pocket and hid it behind some papers. He pretended to be looking at his notes and thought of Mr Shaw. The words appeared immediately: I'll teach that young fool a lesson. I've got some figures he doesn 't know about hidden in my office. I've been working on this longer than he has. When he can't come up with the right figures he'll look stupid. Then I'll produce them and save the day. He'll look like a boy trying to do a man's job. He needs to learn some respect for experienced professionals tike me. Chester felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck. 'So the old man really does dislike me, after all!' Chester wondered what all the others thought about him but had no time to23consult his book.
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