car with a white starched shirt with French cuffs and a blue tie that set

respect. "Well Jack the time has e for me to get gone" he said brightly.

I ged into my suit imagining what it would be like to go buy a suit

suit and tie ly packed in a bag and headed to the locker rooms to

face. I had a great w relationship with Old Man ell and this was

going to hurt. I sat and talked with Mr. ell and he gave me his normal

fatherly pep talk before I left him to finish his pag.

fit to my body with expert tail. I made my to my offid

rugged looking guy with medium blond hair, ly shaven, with greenish

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The news hit me like a ton of bricks though I tried not to show it on my

Monday m was a new world. I arrived at work at my normal 7:45am. I

off his eyes. The cufflinks on the shirt looked like some family crest.

that Mr. ell was retiring blah blah blah and that the pany was in

ge. Corporate policy dictated that we wore suits and ties, even on

now that it e dressed. I think part of the reason was that Mr.

great shape blah blah blah. I was depressed and fused.

By the time I returo my desk there anywide email explaining

Withersby was a London high born and was used to British class crap. I

cold chill ran up my spine. "Jake e on in" Mr. ell offered, his

vember. Mr. ell asked me into his

Friday's. When it was just ell we had dress down days on Friday's but

His eyes betrayed some remorse and sadness.

voice sounding like the cheery, fatherly man I had grown to know and

office. When I arrived, he was loading his personal effects into a box. A

of gave me that indication.

like Mr. Withersby's. I am sure the material was nid would be properly

started my team meeting. I ran a

o be early as I rode my bike and wore my bike leathers. I had my

never met the man but seeing his pictures on corporate unications sort

grey eyes. In his pictures he wore a dark suit that ore than my first

From his picture Mr. Charles Withersby was a handsome professional man. A