"No Passport Required"
Chapter 2
The following link will take you to the first chapter of " No Passport Required"
Then just follow the links on the left for each subsequent chapter....
Enjoy and tune in daily for a new chapter...! Thanks...
"Morning, Allen! How are ya.", Triumph was hard to mask in her voice...
Allen swallowed and mustered a neutral tone, "I'm well, how are you?"
"Oh fine, just running around here, but I did need to mention something to you about what I saw at work last night. I am not , like, overly concerned or anything, but I still think I should let you know. "
Allen had his curiosity piqued, "Please, tell me some more" He was aware of the political motives that were at play here, as he was equally aware, that Samheed, the accused employee, was nowhere near perfect.
"I left work last night after I closed the bar. Samheed was in back finishing up his closing paperwork. I left, but had to go on back inside after I left 'cause I left my phone charger behind the bar. That's when I heard WAY more than I wanted to hear. I saw Samheed and his girlfriend in the back by dry storage, half dressed and groping each other like a couple of drowning victims or something. I was so embarrassed, I quietly grabbed my stuff and slunk out of there as quick as I could...." Stacey's voice trailed off, in seeming nervous.
"Thanks for telling me about this Stacey. It was the right thing to do. I am also sorry that you were made to feel uncomfortable. If you ever need to talk more about this, please let me know. I assure you I will address this, today"
"Thanks, Allen. I knew it would be cool telling you." Stacey sounded relieved.
"I'll see you tonight then, Stacey?" Allen, cordially tried to end the call.
"Sure thing, have a good morning"
"Okay, you too, Stacey"
The problem easily became a relief to Allen. The problem could be handled easily. He trusted Samheed, he knew that the security of the restaurant, or any of its' assets was not compromised. Samheed probably just decided to give in and used poor judgement. Allen also knew just how to solve the problem, and not have to insult anyone, Samheed, Stacey, or lose any face himself. Those kinds of solutions, in the workplace, with people, came too far and few between.
Allen remembered that he needed to drive into town for a business meeting over coffee and early brunch. There was a large music festival that descended on the place where Allen lived every year. Nearly a quarter million people attended the weekend festival, usually held in late July, after the 4th, but before the end of summer. The desert was hot then, but the shows usually went on late, so that it was balmy and comfy when the music started.
The meeting should go off without too many snags. Allen was finalising the contract to provide the catering services for the headline talent at the festival. Backstage, at the hotels, etc. It was the kind of contract that Allen had been waiting for. He could retire on a deal like this. These thoughts came and went like gentle waves on a beach as Allen stared out the window at the sun beginning to paint the rocky hills to the west with a brush that left their detail etched in glorious pink 3- D.
"Thanks for telling me about this Stacey. It was the right thing to do. I am also sorry that you were made to feel uncomfortable. If you ever need to talk more about this, please let me know. I assure you I will address this, today"
"Thanks, Allen. I knew it would be cool telling you." Stacey sounded relieved.
"I'll see you tonight then, Stacey?" Allen, cordially tried to end the call.
"Sure thing, have a good morning"
"Okay, you too, Stacey"
The problem easily became a relief to Allen. The problem could be handled easily. He trusted Samheed, he knew that the security of the restaurant, or any of its' assets was not compromised. Samheed probably just decided to give in and used poor judgement. Allen also knew just how to solve the problem, and not have to insult anyone, Samheed, Stacey, or lose any face himself. Those kinds of solutions, in the workplace, with people, came too far and few between.
Allen remembered that he needed to drive into town for a business meeting over coffee and early brunch. There was a large music festival that descended on the place where Allen lived every year. Nearly a quarter million people attended the weekend festival, usually held in late July, after the 4th, but before the end of summer. The desert was hot then, but the shows usually went on late, so that it was balmy and comfy when the music started.
The meeting should go off without too many snags. Allen was finalising the contract to provide the catering services for the headline talent at the festival. Backstage, at the hotels, etc. It was the kind of contract that Allen had been waiting for. He could retire on a deal like this. These thoughts came and went like gentle waves on a beach as Allen stared out the window at the sun beginning to paint the rocky hills to the west with a brush that left their detail etched in glorious pink 3- D.
No comments:
Post a Comment