Jerry and I respect each other and work well together. No one in the firm knows I am married to the owner’s daughter.
“It’s OK Jerry. I know what’s happened. I didn’t expect it but I’m not surprised. Don’t worry about it. I am undergoing a change and I guess this should be a part of it.”
I start clearing out my desk during the lunch hour and hope for privacy but soon hear, “Where ya’ goin’ Teen Idol?”
“I’m off to an audition.” I smile for the first time since that Friday disaster and pack my stuff into two small boxes so I can take it on the bus in two trips. I stow the boxes by the loading dock and report to Admin at one o’clock sharp.
The chief is Miss Morgan, a large, elderly, redhead who is known for running a tight ship and not mincing words. The office consists of a large roo
