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