Lifetime Decisions

ROBERT

“Excuse me, Mr. Bradley.” I raised a finger, stepping back from the estate manager I was talking to. I walked away, bringing the ringing phone to my ear.

“Any news, Natasha?” I queried sharply, not liking that her call interrupted a critical discussion.

“Good day to you, sir.”

“Good day, Natasha. Now get on with why you called. Is there anything important you want to tell me?” I interjected sharply, not wanting any of my time wasted. Luckily, she got the hint.

“No, not at all, sir. I wanted to let you know that I got your mail last night, and I don’t understand what you asked me to do. I mean I—”

“What don’t you understand?”

“You said I should… As you said, aren’t you coming back to New York in a week?”

Ignoring her last question, I said, “I told you to transfer most of the work files to my mail. Compile the list of everything I left, and send them to me. I’ll attend to them here and work at the Orlando office until further notice. Now, do you understand?”

“What? I mean, sir.