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  • I was hypnotised by his clear blue eyes as I tried to answer his questions.

    “How fast is your shorthand?”

    My heart sunk. My shorthand was abysmal.

    “Don’t you think shorthand is dated?” I answered. “A Dictophone would save so much time. You could dictate any time of day, wherever you are; and instead of taking all morning to take shorthand and all afternoon to transcribe it, I could be typing all day; and you would have more time for meetings.”

    Mr Paterson gave me a beautiful smile.

    “What a good idea,” he told me. “I hate wasting time.”

    I was amazed at my tenacity. I had sold him a new idea.

    “Now,” he said, “tell me something about yourself. You aren’t a hermit are you?”

    “Um no,” I answered.

    “Okay,” my private secretary will show you the ropes. Welcome to Tube Investments.”
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