Still looking out the window, he leaned back in his chair and felt again the slow boil of anger.
A gentle rap on his office door, the one opening from his secretary's office.
Bennington swung around to face his desk again. "Come in."
The Message Center clerk, with a neat stack of papers. "Sir, this is your copy of the report received last night. The original is on file in Message Center and other copies are on the desks of the people who will need them."
"Thank you," Bennington said. "I am sure that this procedure will be followed in the future."
"Yes, sir!"
It will be in your case, Bennington decided, then turned his attention to the report.
The distribution list in the upper righthand corner was—h-m-m-m, good. Himself, Chief Psychologist, Chief Guard, Kitchen, Supply. Probably set up by the same man who had designed Message Center itself.
The report was not good.