“Samuel, come in here.” He pitied him, in a strange way. He was like an earthworm stranded on dry concrete, with nowhere to hide, feet impacting all around.
“What is it, sir?”
“Sit down. Clerical matters,” in regards to his recent failings. Samuel was in big trouble. Big.
“Ah.”
Samuel perched on the large, uncomfortable leather chair. He looked at Mr. Heath with troubled eyes. But there wasn’t much he could do. He looked down at his small hands submissively.
“Samuel, do you know why I brought you in here?”
It was because he’d embezzled sixty thousand dollars.
“No, sir?”
Impressive! It is a very different voice :)
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