“Honestly, sir, there was nothing I could do. The whole thing happened so fast. And I don’t know where he hid the projectors. It just came out of nowhere. I was here before they arrived and watched his every move. He had no opportunity to set anything up. It just happened. Honestly, I was spellbound. I couldn’t look away and obviously, neither could Beringer.” MacEvay was sweating.
“MacEvoy, I had such great hopes for you. Sadly, you let me down. So you’re fired. Drop your briefcase at the reception desk. No, on second thought, I’ll send security there to get your belongings. They will be there in about two minutes. They’ll meet you at the door.” With that, Corbet hung up the phone.
“What? Fired?” MacEvay was pleading. “But sir, there was nothing I could do. Hello? Mr. Richards?” MacEvay looked up to see a Beringer security guard in front of him. He smiled weakly.
“Everything okay, sir?” the guard asked. “Did I hear you say that you were talking to Mr. Richards? That wouldn’t be the Richards from Richards Advertising would it?”
“Oh no,” MacEvay said. “I don’t work for him. In fact, I’m in between jobs right now and was coming here to apply for… for… an assembly job if there are any openings.”
The guard looked at him with pity. He leaned forward and said in a low voice, “Got fired, didn’t you? It’s okay. I used to work for Richards too. There’s something wrong with that man. I see that you still have your briefcase. If Richards is the same as he was when I was security there, and I imagine that he is, security will be here shortly. Tell you what. There’s an opening in marketing. Go talk to the receptionist. Get an application. I’ll be a reference for you and I’ll get your briefcase to Richards’ guard. Good luck man.”
The guard held out his hand, and MacEvay handed him the briefcase. “Thank you,” MacEvay said. “That’s very nice of you!”
“Anyone whose worked for Richards deserves a break,” the guard said and smiled. He walked toward the front door as Richards’ guards approached. MacEvay made his way to the receptionist, and quietly asked for an application. He heard the elevator door open. Beringer, Parker and Brett walked off, laughing and talking on their way to lunch. MacEvay watched them leave. “Good luck, Parker. I hope you win!” he said softly.
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