Would you like a biscuit?Twice a day, mid-morning and mid-afternoon, Veronica pushed her trolley down the corridor and around the various departments serving tea, coffee and biscuits.Along with the boardroom drinks cabinet and stationery cupboard, Veronica was the best thing about Dad's work.Despite manoeuvring a not-small trolley covered with warm cups and pots of boiling water, she seemed to move with more ease than anyone else in the building.
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