His eyes betrayed some remorse and sadness.
Monday m was a new world. I arrived at work at my normal 7:45am. I
The news hit me like a ton of bricks though I tried not to show it on my
car with a white starched shirt with French cuffs and a blue tie
now that it e dressed. I think part of the reason was that Mr.
of gave me that indication.
grey eyes. In his pictures he wore a dark suit that ore than my first
office. When I arrived, he was loading his personal effects into a box. A
face. I had a great w relationship with Old Man ell and this was
that Mr. ell was retiring blah blah blah and that the pany was in
fatherly pep talk before I left him to finish his pag.
ge. Corporate policy dictated that we wore suits and ties, even on
VP of IT Services under Mr. ell. Unfortunately, all hell broke loose.
Friday's. When it was just ell we had dress down days on Friday's but
suit and tie ly packed in a bag and headed to the locker rooms to
By the time I returo my desk there anywide email explaining
o be early as I rode my bike and wore my bike leathers. I had my
rugged looking guy with medium blond hair, ly shaven, with greenish
voice sounding like the cheery, fatherly man I had grown to know and
cold chill ran up my spine. "Jake e on in" Mr. ell offered, his
respect. "Well Jack the time has e for me to get gone" he said brightly.
From his picture Mr. Charles Withersby was a handsome professional man. A
Withersby was a London high born and was used to British class crap. I
great shape blah blah blah. I was depressed and fused.
never met the man but seeing his pictures on corporate unications sort
It was a Friday afternoon in early November. Mr. ell asked me into his
WCS for years aed directly to Mr. ell. I was in lio bee
going to hurt. I sat and talked with Mr. ell and he gave me his normal