Section 66 waits outside the door.
Vernon took a look around the hotel. After stumbling into an induction conference for the personnel of a major high street discount chain store, and being politely ushered out of the‘engine room’ set aside for recruiting schools and not candidates, a spot of window shopping was all he could think of to fill the non-event with action. He had two hours to kill before the interview. The shops didn’t help much… Next time he’d borrow a top hat and stand around with the doormen.
Knocking on the hotel bedroom door in which the interview was to take place, Vernon had a brief unsettling and awful dread that the interviewers might be casually decked out in pyjamas and dressing gowns, or worse, towels. Perhaps he’d wedge his briefcase in the door, so he had an open escape route. Who would interview in a bedroom? A Pimp?
“Wait a moment please. We’ll be with you in just a moment Mr Juliet.”
Nice. Nice start that, thought Vernon.