A Sheep Called Pepito

We feel your gazette has enough prestige and marketability for me to..." Suddenly a spate of coughs brought the silk handkerchief back out.

"Nasty cough," Ray said, almost pushing Halsdorf's pen across the page.

"Ah, some damned thing I ate just before I came in this morning. See, I stopped at his goddamned café to have a coffee and a chicken sandwich, and..." another cough "I must have eaten some gristle or a bone in the sandwich and I think it's still stuck in my throat. Never mind. Where was I?"

Just at that moment, Noel Poole bolted up the hallway and into Ray's office at pace, totally oblivious to the fact that Ray had a client. In his hand he held a floppy disk, and as he barged into the room he announced:

"Okay, cough it up, you fat bastard, I've got your chicken..."

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