"Kate Wilhelm - Happiest Day Of Her Life" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilhelm Kate)

Records Department she found a message from the woman she had been training to replace her; she was
ill, and would try to make it back by Monday. No one knew where she had put the mammograms from
the previous week. A woman in Akron, Ohio, called demanding her complete records from twelve years
ago. Two insurance companies were sending representatives to present the new requirements for their
bookkeeping department. Reba was expected to drop everything else and see to the needs of the
insurance companies....

Her office was the size of a small closet, and now, with a second chair for her replacement, there was so
little space that when the door opened, it banged into the second chair. The only bright spot so far that
morning had been a bouquet on her desk with a big number one on a stick poking out from a dozen
yellow roses.

Michael had started the countdown at day ten, and now there was one day left before the happiest day
of her life. The phrase from her mother's lips made her own lips tighten. She called Aunt Rebecca to find
out the name of the New Guy for his place card at the dinner party.

After that she phoned the special events coordinator at the New Columbian Hotel, only to be told that he
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was in conference, and would be available for a short period between twelve and twelve-thirty.

"I have to make a couple of changes for a dinner party tonight," Reba said. "Can

I just leave him a message?"

"Hold on, I'll see if I can find his assistant."

Reba held the phone and tapped her fingers on the desk, knowing that the way things were shaping up,
this call was doomed. Still holding the phone, she walked around her desk, out to the wide hall where
people were scurrying around carrying X-ray films, stacks of medical records, someone pushing a cart of
medical files, a lab technician with his blood-sucking gear walking her way. She spotted her friend Zelda
and waved her over, then, holding her hand on the mouthpiece of the phone, she said she would not be
able to make it for lunch.

She had lied about the office party luncheon; she and Zelda had planned a very quiet lunch with just the
two of them.

She was explaining when the phone squawked in her ear, and at the same time the lab technician said,
"Ms. Cameron?" Another cart of records was moving toward them; she waved the technician into the
office, and said into the phone, "I'm here, still waiting."

"I can't find Mr. Warner's assistant. She must have stepped out or something.

Maybe you'd better come around and tell him what you want."

Reba looked at her watch, twenty minutes before twelve. "I'll be right over," she said, and shoved her
office door open to reenter.