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The Career Trajectory of an Honest Man

The Senior Sales Manager was overseas canvassing customers. An evening out drinking with a customer, the client extended an invitation to visit a brothel. The Manager demurred, but as the client was insistent, to humour him he went along.

It was an upmarket establishment, like a luxury hotel. The client disappeared and the Manager waited for him admiring the decor and ignoring the girls. An extremely beautiful young woman approached and asked if there was anything he wanted. He smiled and said – no, he was waiting for his friend. Shortly afterwards an even  more beautiful woman approached him. Again he declined explaining he was happily married. She  then asked perhaps he might be interested in a young man. Spluttering in his drink, the Manager explained, no, he wasn’t interested. He was just accompanying a friend.

When his friend reappeared the Manager was thankful to leave and thought no more about the incident.

 

The “friend” left his report with his Controller. The Controller was not well pleased. He called the Manager’s secretary to a meeting. She explained her boss was completely above board. His credentials were sound. His technical, business and human skills were first rate and his pre-eminence in his field was well deserved. He ran a tight ship. The least sign of malpractice and that employee was given his marching orders.

The Controller reported to his Superior.

“We can’t have a man of that social rank, pre-eminent in his field not under our control”, he was told. “He stamps on illegitimate activities in his subordinates; he rejects bribes and can’t be blackmailed. We can’t control him”.

The Superior threw the file back at the Controller. “Destroy his career. Any method available”.

 

A year later the ex-Manager was living in a squalid bed-sit. His wife had inexplicably left him, taking the house. He had hit the bottle hard and had been invited to hand in his resignation. He had worked his way up from nothing, now he was back to nothing. At 49 his working life was over. He took another drink. It was the only thing that took away the pain.

The “friend” reported to his Controller. “And his replacement?”

“One of ours”.

“Good work” said the Controller. “In a year that company will be completely under our control – or out of business”.

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Copyright 2015 Prayerwarriorpsychicnot

 

Chasing Shadows

Reblogged with kind permission.

The Opus of a Jaybird.

By Jay St John Knight


There was no traffic about on the roads as PC Anne Coldine and her partner drove their route. An indigo sky fought with the tentative rays of sunlight as dawn crawled its way over the horizon. They were on their routine patrol, cruising up and down the streets of one of Hammerside’s nightclub districts, keeping the peace. She had forgotten the amount of tickets she’d written for public urination. Or the amount of times she’d advised inconsolable friends who had fallen out to ‘just sleep on it’. Back at the station they called these shifts the ‘parent patrols’. She could see why. Her partner pulled a right down Eustene Street and drifted past a kebab shop that was closing up.

“I reckon their jobs are harder than ours on nights like these.” Tom said as he nodded towards one of the workers mopping up vomit…

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