Head of The Table

Plan B

Peace…no that’s too optimistic cause there was still doubt by each one, so truce call it…maybe that’s the word for it truce because yes the cabinet members were locking horns with their temporary boss, and yes they had no trust in him, but for the sake of the business or at least for Ben’s sake, they just have to play by the book, so yes truce it is. A week later the knights were discharged and it took them long enough because in that one week hell was burning up, worse was if any of them show a flick of odd health issues it’s back to the ward. In the board room or that’s what they called it though it wasn’t structured as one, a rosewood customized table was at the center, at the far walls, piles of broken woodwork and pointy dangerous steel bars, all dusty and dark where mice sheltered themselves and other pestering miscreants seek cover, open arm sized windows let in fresh air accompanied with the sun’s warming heat, despite the already lightened room by the sun’s rays, a dangling