Thinking outside the outbox
Daniel woke and his office was calm.
Eraser. Check. Outbox. Check. Contract. Contract?
Jarring to the fact it was gone had repercussions like a bomb.
All right. He thought. No need to overreact.
Very carefully he looked everywhere:
Under papers. In drawers. In his attache case.
All to no avail. Got to tell Harold. He dashed down the stairs.
Leaving his office building in a blur. Wiping sweat from his face.
Looking pale he entered the pub to hear
One more time the TV playing the Abbot and Costello skit
Very dazed he scanned the bar. "Has Harold been here?"
Everyone including the barkeep looked a bit
Riled and puzzled. "Who's Harold?" At last the barkeep replied.
Again "Who" echoed from the TV and Daniel stood dumb and wide-eyed.
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