13 July 2014
Anthony "Tony" Ford sat behind the enormous mahogany desk, tapping his fingers on the sheet of paper in front of him. He was not happy. The board was not happy either, and had let their displeasure be known to him. At least their row hadn't made the news yet.
After a few moments, there was a knock on the door. "Enter", Tony said.
Head Coach Barrak stepped into the room. He had no real idea on why he was called into the office. He closed the door quietly behind him. No sense in giving everyone a free show. Closed door meetings with the boss weren't generally a good thing!
"John, have you seen this?" Tony pushed the paper across the desk. John picked it up, and let out a low whistle. "Jesus.... 8 to 1? Really?"
"Coach, it would appear that our chances of promotion are ... not good. What have you to say about this?"
John thought for a moment. "We've a good team, sir. I believe that we will do better this year than last, and we were just two points from the second spot. If it were me, I would put some money on our chances. I rather like the 8-1 odds!"
"You ARE a cheeky bastard..I'll give you that! I have no clue why I would hire an obnoxious Yank, to begin with!"
John smiled, and turned to leave. Ford called out to him, as he approached the door. "John, is there any truth at all to the rumor that you've been looking at better positions?" The owner's expression turned serious.
John thought carefully, and decided that telling the truth was the best thing to do. "Tony, a man should always explore his options. With that said, I have not applied for a new position, nor do I dwell on the potential. My focus is on this team, and on helping the Shire to achieve their goals."
"Fair enough. Thanks John."
Anthony "Tony" Ford sat behind the enormous mahogany desk, tapping his fingers on the sheet of paper in front of him. He was not happy. The board was not happy either, and had let their displeasure be known to him. At least their row hadn't made the news yet.
After a few moments, there was a knock on the door. "Enter", Tony said.
Head Coach Barrak stepped into the room. He had no real idea on why he was called into the office. He closed the door quietly behind him. No sense in giving everyone a free show. Closed door meetings with the boss weren't generally a good thing!
"John, have you seen this?" Tony pushed the paper across the desk. John picked it up, and let out a low whistle. "Jesus.... 8 to 1? Really?"
"Coach, it would appear that our chances of promotion are ... not good. What have you to say about this?"
John thought for a moment. "We've a good team, sir. I believe that we will do better this year than last, and we were just two points from the second spot. If it were me, I would put some money on our chances. I rather like the 8-1 odds!"
"You ARE a cheeky bastard..I'll give you that! I have no clue why I would hire an obnoxious Yank, to begin with!"
John smiled, and turned to leave. Ford called out to him, as he approached the door. "John, is there any truth at all to the rumor that you've been looking at better positions?" The owner's expression turned serious.
John thought carefully, and decided that telling the truth was the best thing to do. "Tony, a man should always explore his options. With that said, I have not applied for a new position, nor do I dwell on the potential. My focus is on this team, and on helping the Shire to achieve their goals."
"Fair enough. Thanks John."