I tried to keep my face as neutral as possible as I looked at Carl. "Who do you suppose should be the one to tell Mr. Montgomery Brown that he’s fired? Since you pointed out that it is a fireable offense. It definitely isn’t me. I have been the one insisting that this is nonsense from the start."
Carl looked like a shell-shocked soldier that had just returned home from war. His face was pale and had a sickish-sweaty tinge to it. Poor Carl.
I must admit it had been nice of him to unknowingly go with my plan. Mr Lee was phase one and Carl was phase two, and they'd both fallen neatly into her traps nicely. They were both so predictable.
If Carl wasn't so dumb, he might have saved himself, but after receiving the contract from dad, he hadn't even taken the time to read it! So he really ha
