The Two O'Clock
“Stay your hand, kind sir, I implore you! I am your 2:00 o’clock client.Professor Bartholomew Hartfeld sat in a tall leather-backed chair behind a dark mahogany desk. He looked irritably at the clock on the wall opposite his desk. His 2:00 pm was late. He flicked the button on the intercom. “Has my two o’clock called to say h...