A.HaileyWorking his way through purchase requisitions for lab supplies — a task Pearson detested ordinarily and more than ever at this moment he snorted and put one of the vouchers aside. He scribbled a lew more signatures, then paused again and snatched a second voucher from the pile.
This time there was a scowl as well as the snort. An intimate would have known the danger signs - Dr Pearson was ready to blow his top.
Storming into the serology lab, he looked around for Bannister.
"Drop whatever you're doing and come over here!" Pearson dumped the pile of papers on a center table.
Several tell to the floor, and John Alexander bent down to retrieve them. He felt an instinctive reliet that Bannister, and not himsell, was the object of Or Pearson's anger.
"What's the trouble?" Bannister strolled across.
"I'll tell you what's the trouble — it's all these purchase orders."
"We gotta have lab supplies, haven't we?"
"What about this one: Why do we want Coombs serum all of a sudden? Who ordered that?"
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John Alexander had a sense of foreboding.
"When?" Pearson's question was sharp.
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"Yesterday. Dr Coleman signed the requisition anyway." Bannister pointed to the voucher, then added maliciously,
"In the place where you usually sign."
Pearson glanced down at the form. Until now he had not noticed there was a signature on it. He asked Bannister,
"What does he want it for? Do you know?"
The senior technician relaxed. He had set the wheels of retribution in motion and now he could enjoy this scene