The Magic Black Card

A Faint Peace

He picked up the call and placed the device closer to his ear. "Hello, hope everything is okay," he said, his tone demanding. His Manager replied, "Nothing real much, sir. Just wanted to know what I am supposed to say to the workers. Should we let them go permanently or give them temporary leave, assuring them they still have their jobs to come back to?"

He picked up the call and placed the device closer to his ear, his eyebrows furrowing in anticipation. "Let them go on temporary off. We will find a way to handle this situation later," he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of frustration. He exhaled deeply and made his way to the nearby sofa, sinking into its cushioned comfort.

His Manager acknowledged his decision with a tone of understanding, "Okay sir, I will implement that with immediate effect." The call finally came to its conclusion, and he gently placed his phone down on the coffee table, releasing a sigh of relief mingled with a tinge of weariness. He reclined back, clos