“Fine.” Lance Crawford tossed the last of his desk into a cardboard box. “If that’s the way they want it. That’s the way they got it.”
So he was being demoted and put down on the first floor? He really didn’t like this job in the first place. It was all just a stepping stone.
He picked up his box and headed to the elevator. None of this would have happened if it weren’t for that idiot Simon Kent. “I should have known better.” He said as the elevator doors shut. He pushed the first floor button.
Kent spent so much time trying to knock Justyn off his rung on the ladder they all fell off. But you couldn’t tell that prissy little flit anything. If he’d have just let Justyn alone, none of this would have happened. Kent practically paved the yellow brick road Justyn was now dancing on with his rag tag team.
Crawford smiled as he leaned against the car wall. “They may think they’ve almost made it to the Land of Oz.” He thought. “But surprise Dorothy, Kent was just the wicked witch.”
The doors opened and Crawford made his way to his new, smaller office. “Wait til’ he gets a load of the man behind the curtain.”
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