Andrew Bush.
CHAPTER II
HEART, HAND--AND POCKETBOOK
Miss Weir was unprepared for what subsequently transpired as a result
of that casual encounter with the managing partner of the firm. By the
time she went to work on Monday morning she had almost forgotten the
meeting in Granville Park. And she was only reminded of it when, at
nine o'clock, Mr. Andrew Bush walked through the office, greeting the
force with his usual curt nod and inclusive "good morning" before he
disappeared behind the ground-glass door lettered "Private." With the
weekday he had apparently resumed his business manner.
Hazel's work consisted largely of dictation from the shipping manager,
letters relating to outgoing consignments of implements. She was rapid
and efficient, and, having reached the zenith of salary paid for such
work, she expected to continue in the same routine until she left
Harrington & Bush for good.
It was, therefore, something of a surprise to be called into the office
of the managing partner on Tuesday afternoon. Bush's private
stenographer sat at her machine in one corner.
Mr. Bush turned from his desk at Hazel's entrance.
"Miss Weir," he said, "I wish you to take some letters.
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