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