“Mr. Wolff, are you sure?” Alfred looked at me through the rearview mirror and I turned my focus from the building to him.
“Yes, Alfred. You may go home to your family now and I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you.” I reassured him and he reluctantly gave me the car keys before getting out of the car.
Alfred was a good man whom I was lucky to have worked with for years now. I had only come across him in the park and I saw him looking through job classification ads in the newspaper for drivers and it seemed like fate because I too was getting my secretary back then to look for one.
I still remember the gleeful surprise he had on his face when I approached him and he instantly recognized who I was. Hiring employees could be tedious because you had to be sure you weren’t hiring incompetent o
