Wilbur Smith - Gold Mine

by Gold Mine(Lit)

  "Perhaps I should have fired him, after all," thought Hurry. "He is going to cut one out of my herd." Hurry glanced sideways at his General Manager, and decided with resignation, "Too late." Then he went on to cheer himself. "Anyway he looks like good breeding stock."

  His line of thought switched again. "Better start making arrangements to transfer him up to Head Office. He will need a lot of grooming and polishing." Without thinking he fished a powerful-looking cigar in his breast pocket. He had it halfway to his mouth When he caught Terry's scandalized glare. Silently her lips formed the words: "Your doctor!" Guiltily Hurry Hirschfeld stuffed the cigar back into his pocket.

  The End