69. Pay Back Time

69. Pay Back Time

“Lance Corporals indeed. Are you not aware that they were the Secretary's thugs? How can they function here?”
“Oh, my God! They are the only officers free presently.”
“Get two men from your office and replace these dogs with them.”
“I got you, Captain,” he answered.
“Can you imagine that? I didn't even recognize them,” George said and got up.
“They should leave at once,” he said, and the General Manager watched him trying to walk out of his chair.
“I have sent them away,” he informed him.
“That is good,” he said and sat down.
The General Manager breathed heavily and looked at George's face. When he observed that he was calmer, he made his request known.
“The Supervisor of the Janitorial Services Company was in my office.”
“I am aware. I sent him to you. Now that he has revoked his contract, we should advertise for a replacement,” George stated conclusively.
The General Manager was bereft of speech and was unable to bring up their case. He smiled softly and looked at George again. Meanwhile, he was waiting for him to leave but he did not.
“Did you get me, Capt. Bolton. Advertise for another contractor.”
“I got it, Sergeant," he said meekly, "has not revoked his contract. Your secretary lured him into arguing with you because she doesn't want Gilbert to be here.”
He looked intently at George and waited his response. George frowned before he processing the two pieces of information. The Supervisor would have been guilty of both disobedience and spoiling for a fight but Laura's involvement in the matter had proved him innocent.
“Who employed her as the President's Secretary?” George asked with disdain.
The General Manager overlooked his question which he did not have the answer, scratched his head and continued to plead on behalf of the Supervisor.
“He is deeply sorry about it and has learned his lessons.”
George thought for a while before he informed him, “It's all right. But for records purposes, he should put his apologies in writing and copy you.”
Tim smiled softly at George's decision and loved the General Manager more.
“He is a just man and has no guile,” Tim concluded.
As though the pardon was for the GM, he was overjoyed and appreciated him, “Thank you for your understanding, Sgt. Young. He will be happy to hear this.”
“It is okay,” George said and got up.
He got up too and was ready to leave when the door opened and they halted. Cpl. Simpson walked in with an apologetic face and the two scowled at him.
“I apologize, General and Captain. I was rushing to …,”
“Shut up your mouth. How can you be careless over security matters?” The General Manager shouted at him.
“Who did you bring to replace them?” George asked angrily.
“I brought two Corporals,” he answered.
“Why didn't you bring them before?”George barked.
“I am sorry, President.”
The General Manager looked at him before he looked at George.
“I wish to leave,” he announced and he followed him.
The Lobby
Laura was tired of searching for Gilbert and decided to rest in the lobby. Meanwhile, she only saw her newly refurbished office and never sat in her seat. If only she were aware that the person she was sweating to get was relaxing in her office, she would have gone haywire.
Nevertheless, Jerry and Collins were surprised to see her but minded their business.
Her barrister was through with his investigation. He had contacted Barr. Gibson over the weekend, and he confirmed that he was representing Tim, whether dead or alive, and the barrister did not argue further. She got an email from him and he commended her for transferring the payment.
(After all, you intended to pay him. Am I right?)
(Yes, Barrister.)
(That is good.)
(But is he real? Can a dead man get a lawyer?)
(I can't answer that question. It is good that you paid and stayed out of trouble.)
(I got it, Barr. Wentworth.)
The President's Office
After they left, George returned to his office and concentrated on his attack speech. His training with Brig. Dale increased his confidence. After writing and rewriting, he recorded himself and sent the video to Tim for vetting.
Tim watched the video and afterward, drew his attention.
“Hello, Boss,” he answered when he picked up his call.
“Good job, George.”
“Thank you, Boss.”
“There are some corrections. You have to exert all of your strength to prove that you will crush them if they stand in your way. Is that okay?”
“I got it. That means that I should be more aggressive.”
“You got it. I'm waiting for the corrected version.”
“It is okay, Boss.”
George took a break. He called on Gilbert to serve him coffee and he did. Afterward, he strolled around the tenth floor and sought the things that would provoke him to produce a dreadful skit. When he found none, he returned to the office and provoked himself.
“Stupid country that does not respect its superior,” he said, and set up his device.
He recorded his warnings, threats, and attacks in a two-minute video and sent it to Tim.
“My God!” Tim, who was scared, exclaimed after watching it.
He watched it again and asked himself, “Who can withstand this?”
Afterward, he called George and appreciated him before he shared it with the Head of State. He left all that he was doing and checked on the video.
“Mhhh.” He breathed freely after watching the skit and declared, “This is too direct and it will humble Gen. Sabastine Hanklin. Fool."
He shared it with his Second in Command who gave George a thumbs up and walked straight to the Head of State's office.
George was satisfied with himself and concentrated on other things.
Nevertheless, the General Manager relayed George's message to the Supervisor and he was relieved before he returned to his office.
The Accountant's Office
He had been busy since morning reconciling accounts with the bank. To everyone's satisfaction, the bank transferred their payments afterward. Capt. Bolton, who had been fuming over Laura's repulsive act, smiled broadly when he got the credit alert of five million dollars.
“Wow! This is good,” he told himself and got up.
He walked to the Accountant's office and was not surprised to meet the other managers cheering Capt. Graham is up for coming up with the idea.
“Thank you, so much, Charles. Outsiders would have made so much out of the sales and we would have been left out,” Capt. Bolton pointed out.
“That is true, Alex. Thank you, Charles.”
“It's my pleasure. It wouldn't have happened if you didn't buy my idea,” the Accountant made clear.
After the appreciation, Capt. Bolton advised, “Let us not leave Sgt. Young out of this. You will agree with me that the staff bus was his idea.”
Everyone was calm at once and began to brainstorm.
“What do you suggest that we should do?” The Production Manager asked.
“What if we give him five hundred dollars each? That would amount to four million dollars,” the Sales Manager said.
They looked at each other and concluded that it was a good idea but there was a problem.
“How do we present it to him? He was not privy to our plans,” Capt. Bruce said.
“We can tell him that the bank appreciated him for allowing her to use our premises for the auction sales,” the Head of the Media Department stated.
After much deliberation, they agreed that the General Manager and the Accountant should meet George.
The President's Office
“This is good,” the Accountant complimented when he saw the security men at the President's door.
“I like it, as well.”
“Good morning, Captains,” the Corporals saluted the moment they saw them.
They returned the greetings and walked into the office and saw only Gilbert.
“The furnishings are beautiful,” the Accountant said when he saw the office.
“It is,” the General Manager added.
Nevertheless, Gilbert greeted them and they walked into the President's office.
“Good morning, Captains,” he said, getting up from his chair and saluting them.
“Good morning, Sgt. Young,” they responded simultaneously and took their seats.
He smiled at them and asked, “What brings you?”
They looked at each other and smiled before the General Manager spoke.
“The bank wished to thank you for allowing them to use our premises for the auction.”