Carpeted by The Boss
Carpeted by the Boss?I waited patiently outside Mr. Sharp’s office, reminding myself that although it was "Master" once I was inside his office, or at home, it was Mr. Sharp out here in the foyer. My new colleagues were beginning to head home. It was 5:30 on Friday afternoon and everybody had plans, except for me. Nowadays, other people had plans for me. I just tried to do as I was told. I could hear nothing through the thick door. But my Master valued his privacy and I knew from bitter...