64. Famous Act 5

64. Famous Act 5
The President's Office
After the installation of the cameras, they watched the staff as they continued with their work. Not long, they were through.
“Good job,” George stated.
“It is our pleasure, Sir. Don't hesitate to call us if you encounter any issues,” the leader of the team informed them.
“It is all right. Thank you, once again,” George appreciated them and looked at Cpl. Simpson.
“Kindly send them on their way, Corporal.”
“It is all right, General,” he said and walked away with them.
“Do you wish to stay to the end of the auction sales?” Tim asked George.
“I may not if my attention is not needed.”
“Find out. You need to rest after the training.”
“I got it. I will check on them.”
They locked the office and left. Tim returned to the car while George walked to the auction ground.
“How is it going, Capt. Bolton?” He asked after he took his seat
The Captain smiled broadly and responded, “It is going on well. We have sold over five hundred cars.”
“That is good to hear. We will leave here very soon.”
“Yes. Afterward, we will call the furniture company to come with the furniture.”
George smiled softly and corrected him, “We are through with the refurbishing. They came about two hours ago.”
“That is interesting. I'm sorry I was not there to help you.”
“It is all right. I will take my leave if there is nothing more to do.”
“There is nothing more than we can handle.”
“That's good to hear.”
“It's all right. See you on Monday.”
“Okay. Goodbye,” he acknowledged and joined Tim in the car.
“How far have they gone?”
“They have sold over five hundred cars.”
“That is good. They are almost through.”
“Yes, Boss.”
He turned on his ignition, drove to the gate, and parked. He watched the officer lift the bar.
“We need to give the gate a facelift.”
George who was in the back seat, agreed with him, “Yes. Even the fence. I wish we could look at it if we drive out.”
Now, the bar had been lifted and Tim drove out. He parked thereafter and they got out of the car. They saw the old paint which disfigured the company.
“You are right. You will let the Maintenance Manager know about it on Monday.”
“I will do that,” he answered and they concentrated on the fence.
“The barbed wire needs to be changed too.”
“Okay, Boss.”
Now, Tim was drafting a likely budget for the project and was not mindful of the staff members, like the female warden, strolling in and out of the gate.
Meanwhile, after the female warden left the gatehouse, Laura felt snubbed. As if the scarce and essential commodity that she wished to purchase might finish in the market and she would lose out, she resolved to walk to the complex with her wet clothes.
“After all, they poured water on me. They should be ashamed of themselves and not me,” she encouraged herself and moved on.
She was furious when she recognized George and an unknown man inspecting the fence. To her, he was responsible for all her predicaments, and she cursed him in her heart, “Idiot.”
Meanwhile, they were so carried away with their inspection that they did not see her until she greeted George cursorily and ignored the other person.
“Good morning.”
Tim did not hear the murmuring because he was not interested but George did. He looked away from the fence and saw her walking into the gate with a disheveled look and commanded angrily, “Cpl Barton, go with her. If she causes any chaos to disrupt the program, throw her into the guardroom until Monday,”
“Okay, General,” the Corporal agreed and followed her.
Meanwhile, when he called out the Corporal's name in a loud voice, Tim was attracted and looked at him.
“Who is that?” he asked in amazement.
George put himself together and responded, “It is that repulsive secretary….”
“Huh!” Tim exclaimed and tried to get a glimpse of her.
“Yes, Boss. She dressed like a mad woman, and I am convinced that she has come to fight the General Manager's Secretary again,” he explained.
George's assumption was right. She was very upset and would throw a tantrum at any moment, and it would delay their departure.
“Let's go,” Tim said and quickly took a step.
George joined him in the car and they drove off.
“Was she supposed to be here today?” Tim asked.
“Not at all. The managers who are supposed to be here came with the number of the staff members that they needed.”
“Under what Department is she going there, then?”
“It baffles me, too.”
He drove and pondered on many things, especially the news about his death. He has many things to lose if she discovers that he is alive and he must continue to hide himself.
Although she heard George's order and was aware that Cpl. Barton was behind her, she was determined to get even with Stephanie. She walked into the auction ground like a wolf seeking a colleague to eat up.
Unfortunately for her and fortunately for the organization which she would have brought to disrepute, Capt. Trenton was anchoring the program. He took over when Stephanie showed exhaustion, and Laura was disappointed because she could not snatch any microphone from Stephanie as her mother advised her.
“Mttchhheeww!” She hissed and sat on an empty seat.
Despite Capt. Graham saw her when she walked in. He looked around and discovered that George had gone and wondered about her mission.
“Call the Corporal for me,” he instructed one of his staff members.
“Okay, Boss,” he answered and walked to Cpl. Barton, who was keeping watch on Laura as a dog owner, hoped to leash her if she got agitated.
“The Accountant wishes to see you, Corporal,” the staff informed him.
He looked at Laura to ensure that she would not blow up when he left.
“Okay,” he said and followed him.
“Good morning, Capt. Graham. You sent for me.”
Unknown to the Accountant that he was there because of her, he asked, “Good morning, Corporal. Why is the President's secretary here? The President is not here.”
“That is why I'm here, Captain. Sgt. Young said if she causes any chaos to disrupt the program, I should throw her into the guardroom until Monday,” he explained.
Without hesitation, the Captain advised him, “She had caused chaos and embarrassment for being here with wet clothes. Ask her to choose between leaving here quietly or being locked up until Monday.”
“I got it, Captain,” he admitted and walked back to Laura.
“If I may ask, Miss Dickson, why are you here?” He whispered.
“What kind of question is that? I'm the President's Secretary. Do I need to teach you that?” She answered with a raised voice.
“No. You don't have to teach me. As you can see, every secretary is working with his or her boss. So, where is your boss and what work are you doing here?”
Laura was disoriented and felt stupid. Although she saw George at the gate she was not conversant with his movements. To defend herself, she answered, “My boss is at the gate. He will soon be here.”
The Corporal laughed at her and clarified, “The General has left. Do you want to leave quietly or should I lock you in the guardroom until Monday?”
It was funny that a troublemaker like her would not wish to hear about the guardroom and she was scared. To maintain supremacy, she argued.
“It is a lie. I saw him at the gate coming in.”