Vonzelle M'Buchee-Jones turned to Theo, and started to smile. "A profit earnings report you'd give your right nut for Theo", she purred, her manicured nails flashing in gesticulation. "Sales have gone through the roof. Shareholders are delirious."
The room went quiet. Even Colin was concentrating now.
"Don't be a tool Colin." Colin felt relieved the delicate moment had passed, and thanked Theo silently.
"So, what have Finance go to say for themselves?" asked Theo. "What big news have you got for us today?"
Colin felt undervalued within the Rupert Group. His contribution had been significant, yet those in the Group often mocked his enthusiasm, his small hands. One day he'd show them.
"We need a strategy, going forward." he piped. Immediately, he regretted this foolish outburst. The Group remained quiet. Colin grinned. And continued grinning.
After some moments, Theo broke the stony silence.
It didn’t take long for the news to get around. Toby went straight to Oscar and told him the story.
”..and then Tricia saw how the books had been cooked, and you know, it got a little ugly….Hey, what happened to your hair??”
Oscar took the joke in his stride. It wasn’t the first time Toby had made that lame bald gag. Toby was such a dork sometimes.
Tricia took the news quite hard. She’d been given the Group’s quarterly results, and she was way pissed.
“I can’t believe those guys made a profit.” she cried. "What were their expenses…hold on, it says they didn’t spend *anything* last quarter…What the???"
Denise looked on, confused, seeking an answer. Later that day, she would speak with Toby. She had a plan
“…and if I just change this figure to ‘zero’,” suggested Sheila, ”it will look like we never spent anything in the last quarter…What do you think???”.
Marmaduke looked on. The Rupert Group might just be saved. They must convene and strategise. Perhaps a meeting was in order..Yes, a meeting. With some suits, and nice shoes…
Toby and Rodney had long suspected Rupert of skulduggery. They knew he was after both of them. It was their jobs, or Rupert.
“We’re NOT going to let that happen! Toby, you get as much dirt on those bastards as possible. I’ll think of something to tell them for now…”.
The marketing people devised a plan, it just might work….
"I've always thought that guy over there was a tool" quipped Toby, with a distint caustic tone. There were few in Group Rupert for whom Toby felt anything less than disdain.
