Matter of affairs [C]
posted Oct 29, 2019 7:12:51 GMT
Joseph sat in a rather small conference room having been seen to this room by a friendly secretary who had assured him that the one he came here for would arrive soon. His arrival was unannounced and spontaneous, exactly how he liked it.
It gave him a chance to see how the famous Devon Corp operated on a daily basis unfiltered and he had to say that he wasn’t exactly impressed. But it would be a lie to not say that his opinion of the organization has be colored rather unfavorably over the course of time so a bias had to be admitted.
Though he would argue that this judgment did not come unwarranted or unfounded and in fact, he figured most would agree if they had the information he did. But it was as the saying goes; “How the mighty have fallen.” And it was, of course, a sad sight to see and this extended to the whole region, not just the Devon Corporation.
In Joseph limited time in the tropical region had been met with nothing but continuous concern after concern. Part of his assignment here was to survey the region, check the state it was in and putting things lightly the results were mixed.
This was in part why he was here to meet with the head of Devon; an individual he was slightly surprised to hear was in the position. He supposed it made sense but the last he saw this person she did not seem like the type that would be interested in such a position and Joseph was not the type to often misread people.
But he was no stranger to the concept of being forced to take a responsibility that one did not wish to have. So it was time to see how they handled the new found responsibility.
So as Joseph waited he entertained himself by playing games with his Liepard that sat next to him. He checked his watch, noted the time, and continued what he was doing. Hopefully, he would not be kept waiting for much longer.