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