He beckoned me with an irritated flip of one of his podgy hands. His new, unironed, straight from the packet shirt made him look like a witchetty grub poking out of a pillowcase.
I can just picture him....
So he's got an office planned especially just for you two!!? Sounds dodgy!
It does indeed!! We don't do offices! We are all open plan. Or at least used to be gulp!