‘Certainly. When do you need it by?’
‘Davie, can you cover for me at tomorrow’s meeting?’
‘Of course.’
‘Davie, can you chase our suppliers again?’
‘OK.’
At home that night Davie collapsed in his chair, mentally exhausted as usual. A lifetime of studying and copying people’s behaviour without ever understanding it had made him an indispensable member of staff. Some thought he was a little strange at times, but none suspected his secret.
There was no-one in Davie’s life. He knew that a loving relationship was beyond his ability to fake.