It was a cold, dreary, wet day at the office of the Head of Statistics, Max Randall. He was suppose to be working on some papers for the college, he worked for but couldn’t concentrate as the rain poured on outside. Max was a tall man, without an ounce of fat on him; his head consisted of narrow cheekbone and a large forehead, which was snow white hair, his eyes somewhat huge for a man of his age. His cool grey green eyes wandered lazily around his dreadful office. He had spent all morning staring out the window and watched the cars creep past as he fiddled with his computer. He had been waiting for a phone call about a cabin he was going to stay at for his fiftieth birthday; since he had no children of his own, who were still alive, he was going to go and relax at the cabin and collect his thoughts about his future working as Head of Statistics. The large bright green phone rang as he picked it up with a certain grace, and answered it with a cool tone of voice, that sounded to the outside person, “I’m here to help you with whatever you need”, but to his employees it sounded like, “that had better be on my desk first thing or you had best find another place to work”.
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