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cover, diving to avoid the oncoming wrath. Charlie, after screaming a number of curses and abuse down the phone at the strange caller on the other end, slammed the receiver down and let, what could only be called the largest, most powerful and terrifying temper tantrum a grown man could ever throw, literally rip. He was madly stomping his feet, throwing objects and wailing like a mad banshee on heat.
        It was not a pretty sight and Charlie instantly regretted the outburst. He slumped back onto his chair, his face red and his heart beating like a thousand horses running wild in his chest. Once again all was silent. His colleagues eventually dared to peer their heads up from behind their desks, their bodies tense, ready to dive back under again at the first sign of trouble. Everyone stared at Charlie, making him rather uncomfortable. He was not used to people looking at him for more than a few seconds. People never usually noticed him, but now people were noticing him and he didn’t like it.
        From the back of the room someone whispered, “Who is that anyway?”
     
        “PENFOLD!”
        Geoffrey George was possibly more furious than Charlie had just been. He looked like his heart would give up and fling itself to the depths of hell at any time. His fists were so tightly clenched that the rings on his fingers dug into his palms leaving imprints of jewel stones on his skin for the rest of his self indulgent – if short – life.
        “I heard ALL of that you foolish, foolish man!” he screamed across the call centre as he stormed from his office, his voice cracking. “I was monitoring your call… I monitor all calls! I am the king… I hear everything that happens in my electrical repairing world! And you… you my lad have gone too far! You shall never be a prince or a duke! You will be a slob… a loser… a nobody… a lump of crap on the bottom of someone far better than you will ever be’s shoe! Penfold… YOU ARE FIRED!”
        Charlie sat in silence. He was exhausted. He had just experienced a major anger outbreak. One that he had not felt since that day his mother had picked up the wrong child at school. His energy was spent. He felt like a deflated balloon and looked a little like one too. A strange calmness passed over him. He felt cool breezes in his hair and warm sun on his face.
        “Did you hear me Penfold?” Geoffrey continued, lowering his face until he was almost nose to nose with Charlie’s. “I said you are fired.”
        “You can’t fire me King ,” he said slowly, “because I quit!”
        “Fine,” Geoffrey smiled smugly, “I was hoping you would say that. Now I don’t have to pay you for this month’s work.”
        Charlie blinked. “You can’t do that,” he said quietly.
        “I think you’ll find I can! Check your contract Penfold! Now get the hell out of my kingdom!”
        Charlie stood, picked up his few things, threw his dirty backpack on his shoulder and began to head towards the door in a walk of shame. ‘Say something,’ he thought to himself, ‘don’t let that fat bastard get the last word. Say something!’ Charlie arrived at the door, turned the handle and exited the room.
        A moment later he thrust his head back through the door shouting, “The names not Penfold… it’s PINWRIGHT!”
        With that he was gone, never to step foot back inside the building again.
        Geoffrey George straightened his velvet suit jacket and wiped the left sleeve of saliva that he had accidentally spat onto it. His bad mood subsided slightly in thinking that two of those Asian child workers must have died making that sleeve. Or at least lost a finger or two.
        “Back to work,” he grumbled before heading back into his office.
        At once the busy rumble of life in a call centre returned. Phones were answered, keyboards were tapped. One hundred and fifty four pairs of eyes turned back to their computer screens.