The Meeting

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He has called a meeting, someone has defied him! Will they confess?

Submitted: January 31, 2017

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The Meeting

 

Everyone was tense. There were ten people in the room all nervously waiting for Him to arrive. There was a lot of fidgeting, foot-tapping; one woman absent-mindedly chewed her finger nail; a man frantically sucked on a biro, no doubt desperate for a smoke.

 

When the door began to open they all stood up. It was the done thing whenever He entered the room. The door was held open by another man as He entered, then it was silently closed. The man walked to the head of the table and took a seat without acknowledging anyone else’s presence.

 

Once he had taken his seat, the now eleven men and women sat back down. Nobody said a word. One man coughed and received some accusatory looks. Would he be reprimanded? There was a pause, but this time the cough was allowed to pass off unremarked.

 

He shuffled through the pile of papers in front of him, barely glancing at even the first few words before tossing them aside. He linked the fingers of his hands together and sat looking at them for a minute, then another. If he was trying for discomfort he was achieving it by the bucketful.

 

At last He looked up. He focused his stare on one person after another then went back to looking at his hands. The tension in the room was so strong you could have cut it with a knife.

 

At last He cleared his throat ready to speak, but again paused. It was obvious how much he was enjoying himself at the other eleven peoples expense.

 

Somebody.....” He said, then paused to eye each one seated round the table, individually. “One of you sitting here in this very room, has DARED to defy me!”

 

There was a slight gasp of shock and then silence. None of the men and women knew quite where to look so they all stared hard at the table top in front of them. There was total silence. No one dared to move a muscle.

 

Are you going to own up? Are you going to confess to your wrong-doing?” He sounded very cool, very calm, and very dangerous.

 

There was no response apart from a quick glance around by the people gathered around before they returned to their studying of wood grain.

 

There is no real need to confess. I KNOW who it was! I just want to see if he or she is brave enough, has enough GUTS, to face me now.”

 

For a few minutes nobody moved but then a woman stood up and said, quietly but clearly, “It was me, Sir.”

 

He looked at her face then stared back at his fingers. The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing and everyone remained as still as marble statues. He looked back up at her at last.

 

Remove your belongings and get out. You no longer have a job in this building. And I would suggest that you check your passport is in order if you ever want to work at all again.”

 

But, Sir!” The woman was clearly shocked. I have worked here for twelve years.....” She looked towards her companions but not one of them would meet her eye. Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she walked towards the door.

 

When she had left the room, and the door was once more firmly closed He looked up and smiled. “I trust no one else here will betray me?”

 

Mumbles of, “No, Sir”, “Of course not, Sir”, came from all around the table.

 

He smiled a victorious smile and rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. “Good! Now on to something a bit more pleasant.....Lunch!”


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