At Tim's House
George returned and met him waiting for him like a young wife waiting for her husband's return.
“Good evening, Boss,” he greeted him when he got into the parlor.
“Good evening, George. Welcome back.”
“Thank you, Boss,” he answered and removed his cap before he sat down.
Tim searched his eyes for any form of distress. When he found none, he asked with concern, “How is work?”
“Work is fine, Boss. The managers are likely to get buyers to buy the cars off instead of waiting for an auction sale,” he explained.
“That would be great. How soon will they do that?”
“I will see what happens tomorrow.”
“It is all right. What about the Production Department? Have they begun the production of the arms?”
George smiled broadly and answered, “Yes, Boss. I worked with them and I
