The entire staff of Goldblum, Perry, and Tate, right down to the janitor, was there to welcome me on my first day back. It wasn't exactly rock star treatment, it was more personal, somehow, but it was definitely noisy. I remembered Mr. Tate saying that everyone there liked me and wished me well. It seemed like he was right.
Speaking of whom, there he was, beaming at me from the edge of the crowd, signaling that he wanted to see me in his office. I looked at the people hemming me in and shrugged my shoulders; he laughed and mouthed "Later" at me. It's a good thing I'm not short, I never would have seen him.
It was after eleven when I finally got to Mr. Tate's office. He stood and seated me, then closed his office door. He looked at me closely.
"Welcome back!" he said. "I'm glad to see yo
