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Reviving The Gulls
Chapter 1 - Welcome Charles Bundwick.
“So Mr.Bundwick despite several protests we simply cannot offer you anymore money, the club does not feel that given your unproven and unexperienced manner that you warrant any more money.”
Charles had a distinguished taste for money.
“You could never have enough” he says.
Considering he grew up in what would be considered a run of the mill “middle class” family, his love for money was quite common. He’s a born negotiator, so when the initial amount was offered by the board his first instinct was to counter offer. However he was ultimately unsuccessful.
“The offer is staying put at $10,000 a week Mr.Bundwick, no more no less, take it or leave it”
The room was lifeless; the tick of the clock was thunderous. Charles inhaled and looked to open his mouth to let some words out however all that escaped was a soft cough. The tick of the clock grew larger as time passed. Charles’ dazed look into the abyss was a mark of his clouded mind.
“Ok” he uttered, then paused again and continued his previous state of mind. All eyes were lurched onto Charles; his words were eagerly awaited.
“Okay, alright, go on lets sign it.” That response was welcomed with a chorus of sighs from the board members sitting in on the meeting. Charles was still undecided if he had made the right choice, the sweat smeared across his forehead was clear evidence of this. His thoughts were so dense you could almost hear what he was thinking. Despite this he was never one to overthink but his face was indicating towards the contrary on this occasion.
“That’s great to hear Mr.Bundwick, now comes the easy part of the day; the signing of the papers.”
Charles took out his beloved ball point pen which had "Bundwick" engraved into it. The pen was given to him by his father before he passed away tragically. Charles read over the papers and proceeded to sign on the dotted line. He looked up and gave a cheeky grin to the chairman which epitomised the Charles Bundwick way of life. The smile was a way of projecting a sense of confidence and a feeling that he knows how to get the job done.
“Great to have you on board Mr.Bundwick, we hope your time with us is as much enjoyable as it is successful.”
The standard pleasantries were exchanged before the details of his first day were arranged and announced.
“If possible could we delay the publicising of my signature sir, I would just prefer if I was the one to inform my mother rather than her finding out about it by seeing it on the news or reading about it.” Charles’ request was not a strange one; he has always been family man. There was nothing more important than his family.
Hello ladies and gentlemen, i hope that you all enjoy reading my story. Please try to keep in mind that im not the best of writers and im still learning so any constructive criticism and/or advice will be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1 - Welcome Charles Bundwick.
“So Mr.Bundwick despite several protests we simply cannot offer you anymore money, the club does not feel that given your unproven and unexperienced manner that you warrant any more money.”
Charles had a distinguished taste for money.
“You could never have enough” he says.
Considering he grew up in what would be considered a run of the mill “middle class” family, his love for money was quite common. He’s a born negotiator, so when the initial amount was offered by the board his first instinct was to counter offer. However he was ultimately unsuccessful.
“The offer is staying put at $10,000 a week Mr.Bundwick, no more no less, take it or leave it”
The room was lifeless; the tick of the clock was thunderous. Charles inhaled and looked to open his mouth to let some words out however all that escaped was a soft cough. The tick of the clock grew larger as time passed. Charles’ dazed look into the abyss was a mark of his clouded mind.
“Ok” he uttered, then paused again and continued his previous state of mind. All eyes were lurched onto Charles; his words were eagerly awaited.
“Okay, alright, go on lets sign it.” That response was welcomed with a chorus of sighs from the board members sitting in on the meeting. Charles was still undecided if he had made the right choice, the sweat smeared across his forehead was clear evidence of this. His thoughts were so dense you could almost hear what he was thinking. Despite this he was never one to overthink but his face was indicating towards the contrary on this occasion.
“That’s great to hear Mr.Bundwick, now comes the easy part of the day; the signing of the papers.”
Charles took out his beloved ball point pen which had "Bundwick" engraved into it. The pen was given to him by his father before he passed away tragically. Charles read over the papers and proceeded to sign on the dotted line. He looked up and gave a cheeky grin to the chairman which epitomised the Charles Bundwick way of life. The smile was a way of projecting a sense of confidence and a feeling that he knows how to get the job done.
“Great to have you on board Mr.Bundwick, we hope your time with us is as much enjoyable as it is successful.”
The standard pleasantries were exchanged before the details of his first day were arranged and announced.
“If possible could we delay the publicising of my signature sir, I would just prefer if I was the one to inform my mother rather than her finding out about it by seeing it on the news or reading about it.” Charles’ request was not a strange one; he has always been family man. There was nothing more important than his family.
Hello ladies and gentlemen, i hope that you all enjoy reading my story. Please try to keep in mind that im not the best of writers and im still learning so any constructive criticism and/or advice will be greatly appreciated.