61. Famous Act 2
The President's Office
The two walked in as though Laura was not there.
“Like I said, the painter can start the painting work at once. Tomorrow will be a busy day for us.”
“I got it. I will get the Corporal to send his boys,” the General Manager stated, and dialed the gatehouse number while George focused on him.
“Hello, General,” Cpl Barton greeted enthusiastically.
“It's the General Manager, Corporal. Send your boys to meet me here.”
“I got it, Boss,” he said and the call ended.
In a short while, he was in the President's Office and greeted accordingly.
“Where are your boys?” Capt. Bolton asked.
“I will send for them if I know what to do, Captain.”
“It is all right. We need all the furniture out. We are starting the refurbishing of the office, now.”
“I got it, Boss. I will get some of my boys right away.”
“Come along with some janitors as well,” George added.
“I got it, General,” he responded and left.
“How ready is the Maintenance Department, Captain?”
“They have been ready since we discussed it on Monday.”
“I see. Let them know that we are set.”
“It's all right.”
Capt. Bolton called the Maintenance Manager, Capt. Steve Sawyer agreed to be there immediately.
Nevertheless, Laura's lawyer responded and requested the details of the fake lawyer and a copy of the letter from him.
“I don't have any details about him apart from his name. He introduced himself as Barr. Justin Gibson. Just as I mentioned in the email.”
“There must be a mix-up. The Barr. Justin Gibson, whom I am familiar with, can't be fake. Kindly send a copy of the documents you signed to me,” the barrister requested.
Laura was uncomfortable with the request and her sickening melancholic nature stared her in the face.
“Oh, my God! I forgot to get my copies of the letter,” she exclaimed, and stared at the wall.
“Was that why Tim insisted on collecting his copies that day? Scumbag."
After mulling over the issues, he replied to the chat.
(He didn't give me any copies, Barrister. He left with all the documents.)
Her lawyer was amazed to hear that and wondered if the barrister was truly fake and different from Barr. Gibson.
(This is weird. The barrister should have given you your copies. All the same, share the debit alert details with me. I will trace him.)
(It is all right. I will do that right now,” she promised and fished out the alert and shared it with him.)
"The lawyer left with the papers to avoid being traced,” she told herself while waiting for the barrister's response.
At that point, the Corporal had returned with two soldiers and a janitor and she was surprised.
“Come with us, janitor,” the Corporal looked at Gilbert and requested.
“Okay, Cpl. Barton,” he accepted enthusiastically, glared at Laura, and followed them.
“Mhhh,” the astounded Laura pouted and watched them walk in.
At that point, the door opened, and she looked at the people who walked in.
“Drop the buckets of paint here,” Capt. Sawyer instructed the two men who were carrying buckets of paint.
“Okay, Boss,” they accepted.
The next minute, two men putting on their coveralls and holding their paintbrushes of different sizes, walked in.
“Where is Capt. Bolton?” Capt. Sawyer faced Laura and asked.
Without exaggerating, that was the only task that had been assigned to her that day, and it meant a lot to her. Not only that, she was glad to execute it because she was useful.
“I will inform him that you are here,” she offered and walked towards the door.
“Good,” he responded and waited for her to do that.
She got to the door and tried to hold the lever but it suddenly opened from behind, causing her to flounder and almost fail.
“Sorry, Miss Dickson,” one of the soldiers carrying the chair said.
She steadied herself and made way for him to pass.
Capt. Sawyer walked in when he got the chance and joined the two. He watched the team dismantle the furniture. Despite Laura's embarrassment, she could guess the situation and discovered that she had judged George wrongly by thinking that he was stupid.
“The furniture can be auctioned too,” Capt. Sawyer proposed and the two were thrilled.
“It is a good suggestion. Rather than leaving them in the store to wear out,” the General Manager supported.
“In that case, let's see what we have in the store. Am I right?” George stated and moved with the General Manager while Capt. Sawyer and Cpl. Barton stayed back to monitor the work.
Saturday - Tim's House
He was happy to be a father to grown-ups and was living up to expectations.
“Wake up. Or we will be late for the training,” he informed the boys when he got into their room.
“Oh, my God. It's morning already!” Gerald exclaimed and sat up.
“Yes. Wake Samuel up,” Tim instructed, and moved, but he was halted.
“Good morning, Brother-in-law,” Gerald greeted.
“Good morning, Gerald. Wake Samuel up and get ready,” he said, and walked away.
“Okay, Brother-in-law.”
Gerald turned to Samuel, who was lying by his side, and tapped him. He was a heavy sleeper and waking him up took a lot. After several taps, pushing, and calling out his name, he opened his eyes.
“Get up and prepare for the training,” he instructed him after he got out of bed.
Samuel rose from the bed with a start and asked unintelligibly, “Is the Housemaster ready?”
“Do you think that you are still in school? Brother-in-law will leave you if you continue to sleep talk,” Gerald informed him, and walked into the bathroom.
His words jolted him out of bed and he exclaimed, “Oh, my God!”
Shortly, they were set and joined Tim in the parlor. At 6:30 AM, they were at the shooting range, and Brig. Dale could not wait to receive them.
“Good morning, Sgt. Young. Good morning, Cadets,” the Brigadier responded after they saluted him and ignored Tim - the supposed driver.
“Good morning, Brig. Dale,” he greeted him timidly.
“Good morning, Driver,” he responded and instructed, “You can wait for us in the pavilion.”
“Okay, Brigadier,” he responded and walked to the pavilion. He sat down and watched them train.
'I will teach my Brother-in-law everything that we will be taught,' Samuel resolved in his heart.
The Auxiliary Armory PLC
The managers arrived as early as they scheduled. The General Manager and his appointed staff members were there too. With the registration that Stephanie did earlier on, the accreditation and the admittance of the bidders were not stressful. The pressmen were there too and reported to Captain Trenton.
“I am delighted to have you all,” he welcomed them.
“Thank you, Captain,” they appreciated and prepared to transmit the event via satellite and live stream.
As expected, there must be latecomers who wished to register on site but they were turned back.
“You will have to leave. The registration had closed,” the security men informed them.
“You should have considered us,” they pleaded but were turned back.