"M-Mister Aisquith?"
From behind the massive overstuffed executive chair, a voice bellowed, "What?"
"W-well, sir, there's a problem, sir," he stuttered.
"A problem?"
"Yes, sir."
"What hind of problem?"
"Well, sir, it, um, one of the corporations we were supposed to, er, audit, it seems, uh, they've d-declared bankrupty, sir."
The chair whirled around. In the dimly lit office, he could only barely make out the edges of Mister Aisquith's robe.
"Bankruptcy?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Which corporation?"
"Th-the Omnivion Corporation."
Mister Aisquith shook his head.
"This won't do," he said, slowly. "This won't do at all."
Monday, July 30, 2007
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