‘Miss Green, would you come into my office?’
A stern expression on the solicitor’s face. Stacey shrugged. Parker was a jerk. That wrinkled spud of a face and those tiny full stops of eyes: she bet he had no kind of life outside the office and his wife henpecked him.
‘Really, some of your typos.’
‘My what?’
‘Typing errors. Look here. Evidence-based farts. It’s facts Miss Green. And here, look. This is a price we should balls at. It’s balk at.’
‘Maybe they read better that way?’
‘They don’t make sense that way. Get them altered please and pay attention to your work.’
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