"Mr. Brandon!"
"I know," he answered without turning. "You're from Labor."
"We've never met!"
Brandon turned and took in the lean individual who called himself Evans. Quite different from the one who had called last year. That one had been old and grumpy. Brandon's lips parted: "I assumed. All the other departments have been here except Revenue. I didn't see Wilson standing outside; I've heard he's out of the country. That leaves you."
"You could have been wrong, you know," Evans said.
"How?" Brandon asked without fully caring.
"Revenue has been split. There are two departments now. Revenue and Taxation. Taxation handles income from taxpayers only."
"Big deal," Brandon said harshly, remembering his desk piled high with papers.
"They say you are a stubborn man, Brandon."
"Stubborn?"