For my usual 8:30 a.m. start. Once inside I go through my calendar, and I start redirecting all of the work I can while making sure not to overload an...one. Having done that I go around my staff to inform them of the changes. A few are a bit stunned, but they’re quick to agree. Back at my work station I complete the tasks I couldn’t delegate. At 9:30 a.m. I tell Duke, a fellow I think will be a suitable replacement for when I’m away, I’ll be upstairs and I ask him to keep things rolling in my. "That's just it," she replied. "He's the one who seems to be in a rush." "Just tell him that you want to think about it," I said, logically. "That's the thing," she confessed. "I Have told him that. That's what I've been telling him for the last six months, that I don't want to rush into anything." "And he's giving you a hard time about it? She frowned. "He's understanding enough..." she sighed. "But he keeps bringing it up, and I keep putting him off." "Are you afraid that you're going to lose. Catharine stood up kissed her father on the cheek and went back to bed.***When Greg finally left the bathroom the next morning and went down to the kitchen he expected, hoped that his daughter would be gone, but instead she was waiting for him at the kitchen table. "We need to talk," was all she said as he walked into the room. "Cat... Catharine I am so sorry I should have controlled myself better. I don't know what came over me..." her father said."Sorry? Why are you sorry? I'm certainly not. She looked the part in her peaked black cap. “G’day, Cindy. It’s only a five minute drive. See you’re back for midnight.” “I will.” “In fact, better make it five to, you’ll look like a right drongo, dressed like that, if you’re a pumpkin.” “Yes, good thinking,” said Cindy. Cindy was dropped off outside a huge posh mansion. There were beautiful white swans swimming around a little lake. The gardens that led up to the house were immaculately tendered with topiarian hedges, crafted into various.