He walked into the outer office and a clerk looked up at him.
"Oh, Mr. Graham. The chief wants to see you." She touched a button and a gate opened.
"You know the way."
"Yes. I do. Wonder what he wants."
The woman shook her head and returned to her work.
"He didn't say. Just said to tell you to see him when you came in."
Stan walked through the short corridor, stopping in front of a door. Down in the corner of the pebbled glass, neat, small letters spelled out the name—H. R. Mauson.
He tapped on the glass.
"Come in." The Personnel chief glanced up as the door opened.
"Oh, Stanley. Sit down."