She said: “We must now balance the total of the debits and the total of the credits in the accounts of the depositors … And the investors ….” He looked, with horror, at the pile of shredded pink chits in the waste-bin: “file 13”; Nelly had said before leaving.
He looked again at the sign above him: it still read “Waste Department”; and he left – never to return. Now, had I been trained as a banker, this would never have happened. I would have known what was expected of the “Waste Department”, independently of Nelly who wouldn’t have mattered.