Three Words
Connor glanced around the room. The detector had proved itself again. He had designed and built something that really worked, something that would save lives.
They were gathered for celebratory coffee and biscuits after Lester had vetoed Champaign with a sharp scowl and withering line.
But even Lester looked pleased. Connor had been told in no uncertain terms that Lester was taking all the credit with the PM; but Connor didn’t care about the PM.
What was putting the beaming smile on Connor’s face was a hand on his shoulder and three words in that Scottish accent.
“Good work son.”
They were gathered for celebratory coffee and biscuits after Lester had vetoed Champaign with a sharp scowl and withering line.
But even Lester looked pleased. Connor had been told in no uncertain terms that Lester was taking all the credit with the PM; but Connor didn’t care about the PM.
What was putting the beaming smile on Connor’s face was a hand on his shoulder and three words in that Scottish accent.
“Good work son.”