As I entered the room,
I noticed several things,
it was absolute silence,
save for the few pen clicks and throat clearings.
There was a large oval oak table in the middle of the room,
and sitting all around the table were men in suits,
some fat and old and some were youthful and healthy looking,
but all of them had a similar expression.
Coldness.
and a slight pinch of annoyance,
From that moment on I realized that they were pretty uneasy about me being there,
as if I wasnt on the same "social standing" as they were,
they seem to be expecting something,
a speech maybe.
So I began,
"Good evening gentlemen, My name is Paul Revere Crawford, I apologize for interrupting this meeting, but it is to my knowledge that Mr. Dublin requested for me"
as I finished my sentence,
Mr. Dublin appeared from a door exactly to my right,
he was holding a suitcase,
looking as if he had worked an all-nighter,
and greeted me in a tone that was of sympathy.
"Ohh! There you are, I was expecting you, I have a...I have an offer that I would like for you to think over"
I was confused and very, very unprepared,
if he was planning to transfer me,
or in the worst case scenario,
to fire me.
" I see, I would consider it, but first, I would like to at least know what I'm getting into"
I replied.
He breathed a sigh and answered,
"As you wish"
and handed me the suitcase.
"Think it over tonight, I expect a decision by tomorrow morning. Is that understood?"
I nodded and left the meeting room.
My mind was filled with questions.
What was inside that suitcase?
I decided to at least arrive home before opening it.
The assistant escorted me to the elevator,
and with a smile,
whispered a soft,
"Goodbye"
I smiled and closed the elevator doors.
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McWiggle :p
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part 2.
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