Joey Penman was on the bottom rung. His mother said he was lucky to have a job at all. She insisted he’d never make anything of himself.
Langdales Stationers had given him a chance.
As he wheeled his tea urn into the conference room Peter Langdale was in a foul mood.
“Bodkins are undercutting us at every turn. No more! This is the new plan. Is everybody listening?”
Joey carefully poured each board member a cup of tea before leaving the room.
That evening they met at the usual place. Harry Bodkins scanned Joey’s scribbled notes and smiled.
Mrs Penman may yet be proven wrong.
This is my entry in this week’s 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.