Polished Board-room Table
The humans gathered round the table for the usual mid-morning discussion and morning refreshments.
Today, however, there was no quiet talking or relaxed time. Instead, raised voices pierced the atmosphere from the moment of the first conversation. There was shouting and angry snarling jibes
one to the other.
The glamorous blond graduate from Law School, Susan Seymour was furious. Her beautiful face and delicately contoured
cheek bones were distorted and flushed red with anger. Her finger-nails tapped the table top like eagle talons. ‘How can this be?’ she snarled. ‘$10,000,000 disappeared. Where? How
could $10.000.000……… TEN MILLION DOLLARS just vanish?’
The two executive Directors who bore the
Name of the Company, Derek Bradford, and Charles NELSON, rose to their feet and together faced the assembled group. Twelve pairs of human eyes focussed on their faces. Two pairs of brown eyes belonging to small bears, with absolute
frozen stillness, watched them all.
Derek spoke first. His voice was strong but trembled slightly. ‘I’m
sorry you heard this from outside sources. The truth is brutal – a rival company wants this building and the liquidators have advised if we move out before our annual holidays, we will recover some of our assets immediately.
‘Rubbish’ roared Roger Henry the Head of the Finance Department. ‘We could have weathered the down-turn loss on the market. It’s
the missing $10,000,000. Just disappeared…….Its…..it’s a……a.’
Nelson interrupted. ‘Look everyone, I’m as overwhelmed as you all must be, but I have hope and an assurance in my heart that the dreadful collapse of markets and this downturn in everything will only be temporary. You will
all receive your holiday pay with bonuses and, if for now, we must ‘pack up’ everything in our individual areas, let’s label them, put them in the crates downstairs and .......hope, we will, in the near future, be unpacking again.
For now, I regret to say, we only have two days!’
Derek spoke again. His face looked grey and strained. ‘First of all, guys, I give you a heart-sincere apology that I did not let you know officially sooner. For two weeks the searching for the missing
money was the HOPE we clung to, for deliverance from this collapse of everything.
I still believe that Interpol may come up with
something and the police investigation is certainly continuing. All your superannuation and personal assets remain intact.
Please search for ‘other’ jobs if you desire.
I assure you Charles and I are determined we will rise again from this
place of ashes.
For now, we will all have to plan our own future.
Be assured our intention is that Bradford and Nelson will rise and our stock market empire will again take the ‘upward’ spiral.
He struggled to control his emotions and swiped tears from his face. Shoulder to shoulder, the two Directors left the room.
Shocked human beings collapsed back in their chairs, and the murmur around the table was all about the MISSING MONEY.
It must be....