The Brass StatuettesChapter 12 Pressure
Frank was careful not to hurt Floyd's feelings when he arrived at the office early on Monday morning, as he had done a few days before. Sometimes Frank got busy and forgot that it was easy to give a person the feeling he was getting the brush-off without intending to do so. "Good morning, Floyd," Frank said, forcing out a little more enthusiasm than usual. "How are you doing this morning?" Floyd looked up at Frank from his desk; his face brightened. "I'm doin' very well, Mr....