Milburn Pennybags, the chief executive officer of the Pipco Mining Corporation was a punctual man. He awoke every morning at precisely 6:30 am and immediately got dressed in the clean pressed clothes that had been neatly laid out for him the previous evening. There would be no dawdling in bed for Mr. Pennybags. Luxury was best relished at the office where he could run his hands over the pages of his ledgers.
He arrived to work every morning at exactly 7:15 where his morning coffee and buttered cheese biscuit were already waiting for him, placed on his desk beside the mail by his ever attendant secretary Miss Selma Hacker.
After savouring a sip of his morning coffee, Mr. Pennybags picked up a typed report from his chief of security and gave it a quick scan. Reports of a monster terrorizing the lower streets of the city… a murder of the donair lady in the overtown of Falun… a missing sheriff and his deputies… nothing too alarming. But then Mr. Pennybags got to the last line!
“Miss Hacker!” he called into the speaking tube beside his desk. “Are you busy?”
“Just having a smoke, Mr. Pennybags” came her raspy response.
“Get Eatmore Flax in here,” he said, requesting his chief of security. “I need to talk to him ASAP.”
“Yessir, Mr. Pennybags, right away.”