Sam's Choice Part 4
As they were walking back to the CDI office Sam was mentally picturing what he needed to do. First was his desk. Top middle drawer was his pen. The one that had magically appeared on his desk two days after Gene in a fit of anger broke his in two. Top drawer left hand side nothing he wanted. Top drawer right side had a few of his things and the whatsit that Annie had given him after her promotion. To this day he still couldn't figure out what it was and Annie wasn't telling. His jacket, the extra set of clothing in his locker and he would have to give Gene his station keys
Almost outside the office doors he tried to remember how much money he had in the bank, he knew he’d have at least one more paycheque coming and he had a week’s holiday. Since it was still the first week of the month he wouldn’t have to worry yet about a place to stay. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for Gene to find somewhere he could be transfer to. Maybe a small village? That would be a nice change.
A few more steps and he stopped. Annie...Annie had voted against him. Annie wanted him gone, wanted nothing more to do with him. Well I can't blame her.
"Sam come on."
Looking up Sam realized that Ray and the Guv were waiting at the door for him. His time was up. Time to face the music. Time to. Time to say a quick prayer. Please God don't let me make a fool of myself. Don't let the tears fall until I'm alone.
Upon entering the office Sam notice no one would look at him. He stopped in front of his desk with Gene standing next to him waiting to hear what he already knew.
"WELL LET’S HAVE IT.”
Leave it to the Guv he thought as he looked at everyone.
"Guv, Sam it took us awhile but we..."
"Just spill it Ray."
"Taking everything into account we voted that the Boss could stay."
Sam stood for a second, they wanted him to go? It wasn't until Gene slapped him on the back and said "I told you" that he realized he had heard wrong.
"Sam, Sam snap out of it."
"Oh, what? You say something Guv."
"Don't you ‘ave anythin’ to say?"
"Um sure." looking at everyone he opened his mouth to speak, he knew what he wanted to say, but no words came out
"I do believe we’ve made ‘im speechless."
Finally Sam was able to say thank you as he looked at everyone in the room.
"Listen up” shouted Gene, “Railway Arms, after work, first round’s on Sam” a communal cheer spread through the office, “Right, back to work, mush. Sam, my office.”
Upon entering the office Gene reached for a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses. Handing one to Sam he motion for him to sit which Sam did on his couch. Neither say anything for a few minutes
"Are going to drink that or what?" Said Gene, breaking the silence
"What or sure Guv" but instead Sam leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Sam, you okay?"
"Yeak, just tired."
"When was the last time you slept or ‘ad any grub?”
"Not sure, couple of days ago, maybe more.”
By this time Gene was standing over Sam. "Well if that's the case you definitely don't need this" he said as he reached down and took back the glass of scotch. Go ‘ome get somethin’ to eat, ‘ave a kip an’ come back tomorrow."
"That's sound great but I rather stay and..."
A knock at the door cut him off mid sentence, Ray entered. "Guv is it ok if I talked to you?"
"Now?"
"Yeah if that's okay?"
"Right” said Sam standing up, “I’ve got paperwork to be getting on with”
"Could you stay Sam it concerns you."
Almost outside the office doors he tried to remember how much money he had in the bank, he knew he’d have at least one more paycheque coming and he had a week’s holiday. Since it was still the first week of the month he wouldn’t have to worry yet about a place to stay. Hopefully it wouldn't take long for Gene to find somewhere he could be transfer to. Maybe a small village? That would be a nice change.
A few more steps and he stopped. Annie...Annie had voted against him. Annie wanted him gone, wanted nothing more to do with him. Well I can't blame her.
"Sam come on."
Looking up Sam realized that Ray and the Guv were waiting at the door for him. His time was up. Time to face the music. Time to. Time to say a quick prayer. Please God don't let me make a fool of myself. Don't let the tears fall until I'm alone.
Upon entering the office Sam notice no one would look at him. He stopped in front of his desk with Gene standing next to him waiting to hear what he already knew.
"WELL LET’S HAVE IT.”
Leave it to the Guv he thought as he looked at everyone.
"Guv, Sam it took us awhile but we..."
"Just spill it Ray."
"Taking everything into account we voted that the Boss could stay."
Sam stood for a second, they wanted him to go? It wasn't until Gene slapped him on the back and said "I told you" that he realized he had heard wrong.
"Sam, Sam snap out of it."
"Oh, what? You say something Guv."
"Don't you ‘ave anythin’ to say?"
"Um sure." looking at everyone he opened his mouth to speak, he knew what he wanted to say, but no words came out
"I do believe we’ve made ‘im speechless."
Finally Sam was able to say thank you as he looked at everyone in the room.
"Listen up” shouted Gene, “Railway Arms, after work, first round’s on Sam” a communal cheer spread through the office, “Right, back to work, mush. Sam, my office.”
Upon entering the office Gene reached for a bottle of whiskey and poured two glasses. Handing one to Sam he motion for him to sit which Sam did on his couch. Neither say anything for a few minutes
"Are going to drink that or what?" Said Gene, breaking the silence
"What or sure Guv" but instead Sam leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Sam, you okay?"
"Yeak, just tired."
"When was the last time you slept or ‘ad any grub?”
"Not sure, couple of days ago, maybe more.”
By this time Gene was standing over Sam. "Well if that's the case you definitely don't need this" he said as he reached down and took back the glass of scotch. Go ‘ome get somethin’ to eat, ‘ave a kip an’ come back tomorrow."
"That's sound great but I rather stay and..."
A knock at the door cut him off mid sentence, Ray entered. "Guv is it ok if I talked to you?"
"Now?"
"Yeah if that's okay?"
"Right” said Sam standing up, “I’ve got paperwork to be getting on with”
"Could you stay Sam it concerns you."