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At precisely 8:55 am Jack arrived at the Yates Building. It was a spectacular looking building, about twenty-five stories high, with mirrored glass windows that gleamed in the bright morning sunshine. It didn’t take him long to find Katie, who promptly showed him into Mr. Yates’ office. It was extravagant. Just the sheer size of it was impressive—floor to ceiling windows adorned two sides, a wet bar ran along the back wall, and built-in cherry wood book cases finished off the remaining wall. The shelves were filled with many interesting artifacts.
Man, this guy sure has style and a whole lot of money to go with it. That desk is over the top! The giant mahogany desk with its ornate carvings looked like it cost a small fortune. Jack couldn’t help noticing some of the pictures residing on the desk. One was of two men dressed in old-fashioned looking suits standing next to a very pristine Duesenberg automobile. The picture appeared to be signed, but the signature was illegible. In fact, upon closer inspection the corners of the picture appeared to be a bit worn. There was another picture of a beautiful dark-haired woman standing next to a Ford Shelby Roadster. Being the car buff he was, Jack was thoroughly enjoying all the photos and somewhat forgot about how nervous he had felt. What a car, and what a woman! Wow, what I wouldn’t give for an office like this!
“Quite a bit, I’m sure.”
What? Did I say that out loud? Before Jack could contemplate further he realized Mr. Yates was on a cell phone, and not speaking to him at all. Yates was a tall man with a muscular build. He looked to be in his early thirties, with thick dark brown hair. This surprised Jack--the man didn’t fit the picture he had in his mind--an old, grey-haired man in his early sixties. How did a young guy barely older than me get to be so rich? Lucky bastard probably inherited it and never had to work a day in his life.
Mr. Yates walked over with his hand extended. “Jack, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said with a pleasant smile.
Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad after all. He seems friendly enough. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Yates.”
“Let’s dispense with the formalities, feel free to call me Steve. Now let’s get right down to brass tacks.” Steve’s facial expression took on a more serious air.
I am not sure I like how quick he’s getting down to business. Hold on--be cool about it.
“You have obviously heard the news. Yesterday’s incident has caused a substantial stir. The official police report hasn’t been released to the media yet pending investigation. Although, I just happen to have a copy right here. In the report you suggest seeing some type of ghost and that you were not the one that threw the paperweight out the window. That’s really some story, and I do mean story . Do you get my point?”
“I am not sure,” Jack muttered tentatively.
“Well, then, Jack, let me tell you this. You’re a smart young man. I know you need to keep this big job to salvage your reputation. Sam mentioned that you tossed the paperweight at him earlier. I am assuming you did it again and things got out of hand. In an attempt to keep yourself out of trouble, you concocted a ghost story. Frankly, I don’t give a crap what really happened. What I don’t need is this project delayed by an investigation of something that doesn’t need investigating! So, to put it very simply, go back to the police station and change your statement. Tell them that it was an accident. Tell them the paperweight slipped out of your hand. You will take care of this immediately. Do you understand?” Mr. Yates left no room for a discussion.
“Doing that will make me look like a foolish liar!” Jack said angrily.
“And not doing it is going to make you look poor and unemployed,” uttered Steve in a deep powerful voice.
After some hesitation Jack mumbled, “All
* * *
At precisely 8:55 am Jack arrived at the Yates Building. It was a spectacular looking building, about twenty-five stories high, with mirrored glass windows that gleamed in the bright morning sunshine. It didn’t take him long to find Katie, who promptly showed him into Mr. Yates’ office. It was extravagant. Just the sheer size of it was impressive—floor to ceiling windows adorned two sides, a wet bar ran along the back wall, and built-in cherry wood book cases finished off the remaining wall. The shelves were filled with many interesting artifacts.
Man, this guy sure has style and a whole lot of money to go with it. That desk is over the top! The giant mahogany desk with its ornate carvings looked like it cost a small fortune. Jack couldn’t help noticing some of the pictures residing on the desk. One was of two men dressed in old-fashioned looking suits standing next to a very pristine Duesenberg automobile. The picture appeared to be signed, but the signature was illegible. In fact, upon closer inspection the corners of the picture appeared to be a bit worn. There was another picture of a beautiful dark-haired woman standing next to a Ford Shelby Roadster. Being the car buff he was, Jack was thoroughly enjoying all the photos and somewhat forgot about how nervous he had felt. What a car, and what a woman! Wow, what I wouldn’t give for an office like this!
“Quite a bit, I’m sure.”
What? Did I say that out loud? Before Jack could contemplate further he realized Mr. Yates was on a cell phone, and not speaking to him at all. Yates was a tall man with a muscular build. He looked to be in his early thirties, with thick dark brown hair. This surprised Jack--the man didn’t fit the picture he had in his mind--an old, grey-haired man in his early sixties. How did a young guy barely older than me get to be so rich? Lucky bastard probably inherited it and never had to work a day in his life.
Mr. Yates walked over with his hand extended. “Jack, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said with a pleasant smile.
Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad after all. He seems friendly enough. “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Yates.”
“Let’s dispense with the formalities, feel free to call me Steve. Now let’s get right down to brass tacks.” Steve’s facial expression took on a more serious air.
I am not sure I like how quick he’s getting down to business. Hold on--be cool about it.
“You have obviously heard the news. Yesterday’s incident has caused a substantial stir. The official police report hasn’t been released to the media yet pending investigation. Although, I just happen to have a copy right here. In the report you suggest seeing some type of ghost and that you were not the one that threw the paperweight out the window. That’s really some story, and I do mean story . Do you get my point?”
“I am not sure,” Jack muttered tentatively.
“Well, then, Jack, let me tell you this. You’re a smart young man. I know you need to keep this big job to salvage your reputation. Sam mentioned that you tossed the paperweight at him earlier. I am assuming you did it again and things got out of hand. In an attempt to keep yourself out of trouble, you concocted a ghost story. Frankly, I don’t give a crap what really happened. What I don’t need is this project delayed by an investigation of something that doesn’t need investigating! So, to put it very simply, go back to the police station and change your statement. Tell them that it was an accident. Tell them the paperweight slipped out of your hand. You will take care of this immediately. Do you understand?” Mr. Yates left no room for a discussion.
“Doing that will make me look like a foolish liar!” Jack said angrily.
“And not doing it is going to make you look poor and unemployed,” uttered Steve in a deep powerful voice.
After some hesitation Jack mumbled, “All
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