The Cigarette

Brandon lit a cigarette

Brandon lit a cigarette as soon as he was out of the building, standing on the sidewalk. He took a deep drag and looked up at the window of what used to be his office.  The wind snarled at him as he sigh deep within the gut of his belly. The smelly of the cigarette from his nostrils suddenly smells like fresh morning coffee. Somehow he was amazed and still very dazed from what he has just discovered. Oh my God the pieces are crumbling how I not saw this coming. I have done all that I could possible do. I have even gone above and beyond that which was expected of me and this is how they repay me. Oh no breathe for a wee moment this cannot be happening to me and this time I will not take it lying down. There is too much riding on this steak and I have seeing what they have done to Sebastian. His world has turned upside down and he has not been the same man he used to be. The cigarette is swiftly burning its way down with the cold morning wind blowing against his cheeks each inhalation seems very rapid and in the next exhale Brandon snap. Is this what life is all about, getting up daily going to work and putting ion a 110% and this is how those at the top repays you. Oh no heck with it they will not get away with it. Wind and spirit I declare this day with every puff of this cigarette this is not the end. Brandon could now see the last bit of cigarette as it burns its way down to his finger tip and with an audible sigh he tossed it to the ground. There he looked up to the heavens above and down to earth again as he make the last impact upon the cigarette butt. Like a mighty force his heels came crushing down on the butt on the ground and there he sore I’ve got it. And like a new vigor of strength with an overwhelming power Brandon said bring it on I am ready.

        At this stage it was like a recording machine went off in his head and word by word detail by detail he was replaying the scene that took place in the pent-house office tower. Power, fame and fortunate has come to a cross-road the fuse ignited was one of great enormity. Character against will power and biases over influence and Brandon decieded to play the game all the way. Looking down again he was reminded of where he is coming from. He saw the very moment when he was introduce to the company as the man who will lead the organization into the 21 century. He is now recounting the words that came from the very mouth of those who are now about to condemn him. So he paused for a moment to recollect where he could have gone wrong but the documentation and proof were all there digitally. It’s not about me then if not what then. Brandon declaring the recording on record it’s all about the cooperate lad it was not meant for people like you. Your time and period is expired, they have gotten all they needed from you.

        Oh no my confederate the match has only just began and so Mr. Brandon stood up straight, shook his shoulders replace the lighter in his jacket pocket and entered once again into the doors of the cooperate office. There he reached over to the telephone at his desk and dialed a few numbers. Finally he was speaking to someone at the other end as they inquired what happened. Calmly Brandon gave collective details of the misfortune of the rise to cooperate ladder. From Brandon respond with the individual on the other end too many feathers will be ruffled. Yes I understand but I did not tell them to mess with my character. I have being in this company for 30 years and my record is clean. How can you be sure because I play by the books and the cooperate rules. I refused to take this nonsense lying down and make others looking good. I do believe in we reap what we sow. the time has fully arrived for others to realized who some of our counterparts are.

Brandon got up from his desk at the end of the conversation turned the key in the door, then walked out into the entryway. There he met Donaldson the chair-man heading towards his office who stretched forth his hand for a hand shake but Brandon did not comply. Thus in a soft gesture he remarked what are we going to do? Brandon reply what are we going to do, do about what. You know what I mean. Brandon looked him straight in the eye with the respond it’s not what are we going to do. It is plain and simple what are you going to do. And this much guaranteed I am not going down with you. It was clear and simple during the negotiation phase as I explain to you the memorandum by you taking the path of the by-stander it will end up in disaster. The quick road to success is always a dangerous one but no you would not listen and now the numbers have proven you wrong. The keys are yours to keep, the tables have turned and the very same living room in which we once sat is now on the other side. Oh no he cried, yes that true the last cigarette is lit, drawn on and the butt is now on the ground and there is nowhere else for you to go Donaldson.  The CEO awaits you in the conference room.

January 5/2015