![]() My left hand was at my side and I found myself putting it on his knee. The he put a hand on my ribcage to steady himself, and stroked me slightly as he did so. He stood up and motioned me to take his seat, which I did, and he stood behind the chair, leaning over me to point things out, his chest rubbing against my shoulder. 'Come round and look,' he said, so I went behind his desk. He was talking about the particular requirements of the office suite they were about to move into, and he had it all on his computer. I too took off my jacket took off my tie and undid my collar. He was aged about 65, I thought, and a typical ageing, overweight man. He seemed to be feeling it too, because he took his jacket off and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. It was a cold afternoon and he had an electric heater turned up full, which was nice when I first entered but became oppressive after a while. I found myself in a small office upstairs in a factory building, and as it was 4pm it looked like everyone had gone home, apart from Glyn, the managing director. ![]() Today I was in Cardiff and would be staying there for the weekend. I had, therefore, been in and out of offices all week, pitching the goods. I'm a representative for an office equipment firm and we were trying to break into the wider regional market in the UK. It had been a long week and I was looking forward to some down time.
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