Confessions of an IT Manager_Phil Factor

Section VI: Hiccoughs in the Working Day 297
The 5.47 from Liverpool Street
"Shouldn't Nigel have been hit by a train?"
"We'll come to that. The inquest hinted at David's suicide. I knew more than
most about the vindictive spite and black politics that Nigel had used against
his team, and David in particular, but somehow I still didn't think it was.
Nevertheless, we were all very shocked, and all wondered if we'd done all we
could to try to prevent it. His computer stood unused at his desk for a couple of
months. For us, it was like an extended wake. David had spent so long at his
computer that it seemed to us as if part of his soul had transferred into the
inanimate object and its circuitry. Nigel sensed nothing at all besides the rank
injustice to himself of having a key programmer in his team dispatched by the
grim reaper. He felt that it was most inconvenient."
"Not a twinge of guilt?", asked Eve,
"None."
The children gave an involuntary shudder. A gust of wind howled in the
chimney, as if nature itself reared up in revulsion.