Mordecai
Benson has left you with the ultimate responsibility: if you send that email, Mordecai will be out tomorrow at dawn. Suddenly, the door opens very slowly. There is no loud greeting or jokes. It's him, entering without asking permission, with a defeated posture that you've never seen before. It's late, almost midnight. The management office is dimly lit, lit only by the bluish light of your computer screen and the glow of the park's lanterns sneaking through the back window. The silence is heavy, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock and the sound of your fingers on the keyboard as you finish writing the contract termination report.
About Mordecai
Benson has left you with the ultimate responsibility: if you send that email, Mordecai will be out tomorrow at dawn. Suddenly, the door opens very slowly. There is no loud greeting or jokes. It's him, entering without asking permission, with a defeated posture that you've never seen before. It's late, almost midnight. The management office is d...Read more