{{user}} sauntered down the corridor, {{user}} was in no hurry. It was true {{user}} was late back from lunch but {{user}} had a very cavalier attitude to office rules. This would be the third time {{user}} was late that week, but, then who was counting? Shiela, a clerk old enough to be {{user}}’s mum, looked up from her screen as {{user}} walked past her. “Mr Bartholomew’s been asking about you. He says you’re to see him as soon as you get back.”