“Thank you for that, dear,” she appreciated him and walked into the office.Meanwhile, when Gilbert informed George that he had a visitor, he looked through the security camera and saw her. His mind went to the auction sales jingles and he wondered if anything had gone wrong.“Good morning, President,” she greeted ruefully. George was surprised and tried to cheer her up, “Good morning, Stephanie. How are you coping with the jingles?”“I'm coping well, President. I came to apologize for my shameful act,” she declared.George furrowed his brow and asked, “What happened? Were you rude to any caller?”“Not at all, President. After work yesterday, … I am deeply sorry, President. I promise that it will not happen again,” she concluded and could not look up. George was unease after listening attentively to her story. After a while, he advised her, “I have heard you but I would like you to put all you have said in writing.”“Thank you, for that, President.”“You're welcome. Address it to th
At Tim's HouseHe was monitoring all the activities in the office and was happy with the support given to George especially the humility of Brig. Dale.So far, he could not tell what punishment George would give to the two erring staff members.Meanwhile, George returned after two hours with the Brigadier and read through Stephanie's letter.“Why can't this untrained girl do the same thing? She has been here with me and has not thought of apologizing,” he murmured.He looked at the time and it was a few minutes before 11 AM. Instantly, he called Cpl. Barton. Tim was on and off his monitoring device because of the news.At The President's OfficeCpl. Barton arrived after a few minutes and saw Laura and Gilbert hanging on the window. He did not answer her question the previous day when she inquired about when to refurbish the office. Not because he did not wish to but because he had no answer for her.“Good morning, Cpl. Barton,” they greeted him simultaneously.“Good morning,” he answe
At The Canteen George and the managers were sitting and chatting at their usual table. Capt. Abrams, one of the managers who was at the fight scene the previous day complimented George, “Your decision is apt. We warned her, but she would not listen.”“Did you witness the fight, Capt. Abrams?” Capt. Bruce asked.“Yes. I was there with the Personnel Manager.”“I see,” Capt. Bruce stated.To their consternation, Stephanie walked in and they gave George a questioning look. He understood the look and smiled softly.“She reported herself and apologized,” he informed them.Capt. Bolton pretended not to know what they were talking about and the other managers heaped praises on her.“That is good to hear.”“She must be well-trained.”“That is the hallmark of a respectful staff.”“Before I forget. How is the registration for the auction sales going?” George faced the General Manager and asked.“It is going on well. The buyer is happy with us for our help.” “I like that.”Soon, the waiter ser
Tim turned on his car engine and teased, “I hope you are well and don't need to see the doctor?” Gerald laughed shyly and explained, “We were missing you and …”“And you have to cook up stories to get sympathy,” George completed it for him and they laughed happily.Now, Tim was out of the gate and connected to the main road. He looked at George and instructed, “Watch out for your drivers.”“I got it, Boss,” he answered and got his phone ready for any photographs.They saw some of their buses, but no driver was found wanting. Meanwhile, Tim had surprises for the boys.At The Auxiliary Armory PLCBefore 4 PM, Laura was starving and had cried her heart out. Not because of the imprisonment, but for the injustice of punishing only her. When the warden got tired of making her stop crying, she covered her ears with her earpiece.“You can leave and behave yourself. We don't pray to have staff members here,” she advised her after she unlocked her.Laura stormed out and walked away without ap
“What if we take the clunker home? I will take them to the clinic with a car.” Tim obeyed but laughed inwardly. Meanwhile, Gerald and Samuel had the same opinion but could not speak out because they did not know his relationship with the cars. After processing his talk, he asked, “Is this not a car, George?”George was mute and looked down. Soon, they were at home. They drove in and the boys got out of the clunker followed by George. Nevertheless, they were surprised that everyone was glad to see them including the security men.“Welcome back,” They greeted them one after the other. Before they could respond, Tim instructed, “Collins, give George the car keys and park my bucket of bolts well for me.”George laughed loudly at his joke and the boys were infested. They laughed too and got into the car and George drove them to the clinic.At The ClinicDr. Morgan was about to leave when George parked and he stopped in his tracks. He recalled that he had seen the car before but could n
“I will look at Gen. McDonald's report on the war and get back to you, Your Excellency.”“Kindly do that and come up with a budget as well. Time is of the essence.”“I got it, Your Excellency.” “Good. How is work?”“Work is fine, Your Excellency.”“How is your boy? He is not doing badly.”“He is fine. You are right. He is a nice boy.”“How did you get him?”Tim looked at the Second in Command and his face was unreadable. He faced the Head of State and informed him, “Gen. Hill brought them to me.”“That is good to hear. How did you get him, Kay?”“They were unassigned soldiers who while away their time at the mess hall. I felt they would be useful to him as his domestic staff.”“That is interesting. An intelligent chap like him would have been wasting for nothing.”“That is true, Your Excellency,” they stated simultaneously.Then, he faced Tim and asked, “What are your plans for the South Coast?”Tim frowned his face and answered confidently, “We will speak their language. Brig. Dale
Shortly, Capt. Bolton and George walked out of the office and headed to the Tenth floor.At The President's OfficeThe two walked in as though Laura was not there. “Like I said, the painter can start the painting work at once. Tomorrow will be a busy day for us.”“I got it. I will get the Corporal to send his boys,” the General Manager stated and dialed the gatehouse number while George focused on him.“Hello, General,” Cpl Barton greeted enthusiastically.“It's the General Manager, Corporal. Send your boys to meet me here.”“I got it, Boss,” he said and the call ended.For Cpl. Barton's personal reasons, he preferred to answer the call by himself. In a short while, he was at the President's office and greeted accordingly.“Where are your boys?” Capt. Bolton asked.“I will send for them if I know what to do, Captain.”“It is all right. We need all the furniture out. We are starting the refurbishing of the office, now.”“I got it, Boss. I will get some of my boys right away.” “Come a
Mr. Henry Watson, the first registrant, was pleased to be the first person to be accredited and he walked into the makeshift auction ground with aplomb. When the three hundred and thirteen persons who registered before the deadline had taken their seats, they began to wait for the stipulated time. At The Shooting RangeApart from George, the two boys were thrilled to experience the practicals. It was different from what they had in school which no longer interested them because it was monotonous and dull. Not only that, training with professionals and their seniors was a delight.“If only we could take photographs with the Brigadier and the team to show our friends in school? It would have been nice,” Gerald wished but he could not.Apart from not having his phone, no soldier was doing that. Not even George whom they did not know was there for the first time and he behaved himself.After the two hours of training, Tim walked back to the car park and got into his car. They joined him