condensed master

Will Bonner
Ed to meet him on the following day.
Promptly at 12 noon Will took his lunch and sat to wait for Ed in the reception
room. Half an hour passed and Ed had not appeared but shortly afterwards a
young, smartly dressed man wearing a suit and tie, came into the reception and sat
down opposite. If Ed appears now we'll have to go outside to talk, Will was
thinking.
"Are you Will Brenner?" the young man asked.
"Yes."
"Ed has asked me to collect a package for him. Do you have it?"
Will was taken completely by surprise and took a moment to gather his
thoughts together. "Who's Ed?" I don't know anything about a package."
The young man looked disappointed and perhaps a little annoyed at Will's
remark. "I know you are Will Brenner and I have to take the package back with
me."
"There are lots of people upstairs that know me too, but fortunately they are
not screwballs like you." The young man stepped between Will and the door.
"Ed's sick, he can't come. I need to have the package."
There was no way Will could ever intimate that he knew anything about Ed,
or any packages. He had never seen the man before, so it was best to be on the
safe side. He didn't look the type that would offer up any physical resistance so
Will attempted to push him to one side and a minor scuffle ensued. At that
moment, a big curly haired Australian who worked in his department appeared in
the doorway.
"Is this chap giving you agro Will? Do you want me to throw him out?" The
words were hardly out of his mouth before the young man disappeared through the
door.
"I was sitting having lunch waiting for someone. I think he was just a screwball
and mistook me for someone else."
For the rest of the day Will tried to put the incident out of his mind. Ed must
have been desperate to send somebody like that. He must surely have known what
sort of reaction he would get.
The very next day Will once again sat in the reception just in case Ed followed
through. The main entrance door opened and he could see Ed making his way
across the foyer. His shoulders were bent and Will knew by the way he was
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