Back in the office, the silence was heavy. Julie looked at Tom. “What did he mean, he’ll see you in four weeks?”
“He knows more than he should.” Tom sighed. “Since we’re all here, let’s sit down and have a brief meeting.”
Everyone went to their respective desks and sat anticipating the worse. Tom chose not to sit, but stood, pacing while he spoke. “The meeting today didn’t go well, as I’m sure you all gathered from my one sided conversation with Corbet. On my way to DentiClean, I stopped to help an old woman whose car had a flat tire. It turned out to be a set-up. The old woman was Corbet’s mother.”
Everyone reacted with a groan. “He’s such a snake in the grass,” Brett commented, “and it must run in the family if his mother was involved in it.”
Joe spoke up, “Yeah, I’ll bet she flattened it herself, the old biddy.”
“Could be,” Tom said, “but whatever and however it came about, it’s over and in the past. We can’t change it, but can only look forward to the future. Finger pointing and name calling just makes us hold on to the hate. He may not be a nice person, but eventually, it will come back to get him. We, on the other hand, we’ll get other accounts and eventually make it big!”
“Tom’s right,” Julie said, standing up behind her desk. “We can start looking for other companies to run ad campaigns for. It’s a big town with some big businesses and plenty of room for us. Maybe we could even take a few accounts from Corbet! There has to be some smart business people out there who can see through Corbet. He’s pretty transparent if you know what sincere people are like.”
Everyone in the room laughed and agreed.
Tom held up his hands to quiet everyone down. “Perhaps, but whatever we do, we really need to get working on it quickly. We don’t have much time.”
“The guy from the bank?” Joe asked.
“Yeah,” Tom replied.
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