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 running a littel late this morning. She should be available to meet with 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 her you are here." Instanly,the receptionist vanished down a hallway.
Neville beeby sat donw in one of the red leather chairs next to the table and picked up a magazine to read. He glanced up and admired the original artwork hanging on the walls. He thought to himself,
"A coffee would be lovely now.l wonder if Americans are so civilised as to offer the customary cup to their guests? Surely they must be;after all, they seem to do almost everything right.
Several minutes later the smartly dressed receptionist returned but without the anticipated cup of coffee and biscuit. "It shouldn't be too much longer," said the receptionist.
"Excellent.I'm really looking forward to that cup of coffee," replied Mr. Beeby enthusiastically.
"What cup of coffee? I don't understand. Did I miss something?
"The cup of coffee you just said was almost ready."
"Oh yes,the cup of coffee,"the puzzled receptionist replied. You would like a cup of coffee. Would you like one with or without cream?