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"How typical of such workers," thought Carl Williamson, representative of the stereotypical 90s manager, looking to squeeze blood from a stone to get more work from his employees.
He straightened his suit and set down his briefcase as Rod Masterson, his nemesis and so-called champion of worker's rights, emerged from his office.How typical of a union, to suck deep of the heartsblood of a company's capital, destroying the very thing they wished to preserve.Great Britain proved that, of course.
Rod dropped off his manuscripts and went over to Carl, nodding to the secretary, "Afternoon Carl."
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Sucking his tooth (a most /disgusting habit, thought Carl), Rod glanced at Carl, "Well, I figured that they'd send someone, Carl.
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Sucking his tooth (a most /disgusting habit, thought Carl), Rod glanced at Carl, "Well, I figured that they'd send someone, Carl.
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Smirking with a definitive air of superiority, Carl looked at Rod evenly, "I would not wish for you to strain yourself.
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