<strong>Roderick, Saturday</strong><br/><br/>"I'll look into it Frank, but there's no guarantee that I'll be able to find any tickets for good seats left."  Roderick looked up from his desk at his boss.  He knew that the good ambassador from Austria was fond of plays and every time he came to the States, the State Department always ensured that there would tickets for whatever new show was out.  The request had come later than normal and Roderick was going to have to scramble to find enough tickets.  Well, there was always the ticket scalpers if it came to that.<br/><br/>The rest of the morning was preoccupied with finding the tickets for the Book of Mormon after after paying a pretty premium he finally found the tickets that were so coveted.  During lunch, Roderick picked up the tickets while he was out and left them in an envelope on Frank's desk.  That being done, Roderick settled in to process some communications from the embassies.  He shuffled papers and worked until he noticed that it was time to punch out.  Unfortunately, there was still papers that hadn't been filed yet.  It would take another hour or so...<br/><br/>...Roderick tugged at his coat as he left the building.  It was dark and all Roderick had to look forward to was another late dinner before heading back home.  There were a few local places he could walk to and besides he would drive home later.  Perhaps the Turkish place tonight, he had a taste for their rich coffee and some lamb would go a long way.<br/><br/>