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

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

His eyes betrayed some remorse and sadness.

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

By the time I returo my desk there anywide email explaining

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

vember. Mr. ell asked me into his

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

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

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

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

started my team meeting. I ran a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

of gave me that indication.

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