The meeting room was a big empty room with a round table at the center. There was a whiteboard where everyone could see andMr. Burns, the company master, walked to the front. Some of the company staff were sitting, some just stood, I decided to stand down from Mark.
Mr. Burns was old and frail with a bald head and a slate mustache. He was a short, tubby old man ruling our lives.
“ News flash,Mr. Watson abnegated.”
As soon as he said that, there were whispers that went on around the room, I heard some say
.“ I suspected that he must have gotten a better job.”
Some said, “ He was diagnosed with some bad complaint.”
I was enough much in shock at one, he was my master. I was his clerk and he did not indeed bother to tell me he was allowing me to quit. I had every right to know, to get re
