Gypsy RoseThe Letter
“Janet, where is Mr. Tellerman,” I questioned my faithful secretary. “I usually see him standing out in the front palor, but he wasn’t there today. Is there something wrong?”
“Oh Mrs. Malory, I’m sorry, but Harold told me not to call you on Friday with the news.”
“What news, what happened,” I asked, as my heart beat quickened.
“Mr. Tellerman resigned his position within the organization on Friday,” Janet said, ushering me to my desk. “I was going to call you at home, but Harold said you sounded exhausted when you called in that morning to say you weren’t going to be here. So, he handled the paperwork.”
“I take it this is the letter,” I said, glancing down at the plain white paper on my desk.
