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Brent Hapcin; Two people meet in an elevator
Topic Started: Apr 17 2008, 05:31 PM (694 Views)
Allyson
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Ok, I have to admit that this story is pretty stupid. I though I would do something about office, but then it got weird, but it was too late to start over, so I'm just going to post it, though I don't expect to win.. :$



“Not again…” I mumbled to my self as I picked up the scattered papers on the floor. I was late for work again, and in my “fast walking” to the office I dropped my papers out side. Apparently, I had forgotten to lock my suite case. Not unusual, on normal days like this.

When I got inside I quickly checked in and rushed for my office. I found Mr. Brintle, my boss, waiting inside for me, and he stood up as soon as I came in. We shook hands, and then he said, “Jen, you can’t keep being late like this. You’re missing the announcements; you’re missing some morning meetings, and you’re missing the point of things. You need to start coming earlier, or I’m going to have to do something about it.” he said this last part sadly, and in a as-a-matter-a-fact tone.

I sighed, and bit my lip. “Mr. Brintle, I’m very sorry. I’ve been trying to come earlier, but I’m always just so busy so I have people calling me from everywhere, and I need to finish things around the house, and I’ve been sleeping in. I –” my voice broke, but I took a deep breath, and opened my mouth to say more, but Mr. Brintle held up his hand, and said, “When I hired you, I knew this would be a very tough for you, being only nineteen, but I thought you could handle it…”

“Mr. Brintle, I can handle this job –”

“Jen, you need to be thinking about another job now. You’ve been late for seven months every morning now, you’re distracted in your meetings, you’re not doing your work the way you should…I don’t know if I can keep you much longer, but I’ll give you four months.”

I silently gasped. “Four months to get a job? But, don’t you…I mean…Mr. Brintle, I need this job. I don’t know who else would hire –”

“Don’t get my wrong, Jen,” said Mr. Brintle, “you are a very bright young lady, and your only hope isn’t just Milo Jets Inc.. You’ve got many talents, and I don’t see why you wouldn’t be able to get a job somewhere else.” He glanced at his watch. “I have to get going now, and so do you, or you’ll be late for your next meeting.” He nodded, and then was out the door.
I fell back into my office chair. I couldn’t believe it. I’d been working in Milo Jets Inc.. for six years, and now…


It had been five moths already. What was I to do? I didn’t have a job, the rent for my apartment was due, and I was just barely eating a meal everyday…

I have to get a job! I thought. This was my main thought all day and night. And it was my thought as I walked to the elevator, to have another job interview. I pushed the button and waited. Finally the doors opened, and I walked inside, and find myself standing next to a ten or eleven year old boy, with a suet and tie, and a large, black brief case in his hands.

The boy had black, nicely brushed hair, and freckles on his nose. Normally I would have chuckled to myself at this little boy, but for some reason I didn’t.

“Excuse me,” I said to him, “Are you looking for your parents?”

He looked up at me, his brown eyes shining, and a puzzled look on his face.

“Parents? Er – no. I am headed for a job interview at the moment. What about you?”

I just stared at him, stunned. A job interview? Was he playing? His grammar was so good…better than mine sometimes.

“Well, actually, I am headed towards a job interview right now. But …” I was about to ask him if this was some big joke, when he said, “Ah, I see: worried about a new job, aren’t you? Yes, I have to admit that I am a little nervous myself. Actually, I was hoping that getting this job would help me learn how to open my own company. Just a small one of course, but of course it would grow.” He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help smiling back. Maybe he was older than he looked.

The elevator door opened and we both stepped out, and headed for the same desk. As we walked, I questioned him a little.

“So, you, a ten year old, with no help, is trying to start a business. Some store –”

“Actually, I would like to open a computer collage.” He interrupted, and I just nodded. Maybe this boy really was telling the truth.

“Sadly,” he said, “this is my sixth interview, because no one will hire me. They think I’m to young to manage my job.” By now I knew this boy wasn’t joking, and he actually interested me.

“After your and my interview,” I said, “would you like to get together for…hot chocolate?”

The boys face brightened. “Of course I would! Though, I would prefer coffee much more.”

“Oh, of course!” I said. “How about we meet each other in this spot afterwards, and then we’ll go.”

He nodded and held out his hand. “My name is Brent Hapcin, by the way.”

I took his hand, smiling, and shook it. “Jen.” Appropriate


When I saw Brent walking back down the hall towards me, he looked pretty sad.

“Did get it, huh?” Brent shook his head.

“You?”

“Nope,” I admitted. “They didn’t have to get back to me. The man just said that I wasn’t what they needed. As if!”

“I always think that maybe I should wait until I’m older to start looking for a job, but I just drive my self crazy that way. I need to be working!” Brent sighed.

“So. Know of any good coffee places?”

I took him to Nick’s Coffee. I’d always gone there with my father when I was little, and we would have a snack or just have coffee for something. Brent obviously loved the place, and I asked him why he had never seen it before.

“I don’t usually pay attention to places that I’m passing,” he said, “I’m always thinking about business, and I don’t think of anything else really.”

When we had our coffee, and had picked a table by the window, Brent said, “I just had an idea, but I’m not sure how to put it into action…” he paused, hesitant to tell me. “I was thinking, maybe we could both start a business together. You and I are both looking for a job, and I think we would be successful if we both ran one. What’d you think?”

I was very taken aback. Start a business with a ten-year-old who I had just met two hours ago? No! But then when I looked at him, he seemed so eager, I couldn’t think what to do.

“A…a business?” I asked, and his face fell.

“Yeah, I guess it’s a really stupid idea, and –”

“No,” I said quickly, “it’s not stupid, it’s just – uh – inconvenient. I mean, I hardly have any money at all, and you’re just ten –”

“As it turns out,” said Brent, sitting up straighter in his chair, “I have fifteen thousand dollars in the bank at the moment, and I would be more than willing to spend it in a business, if you would help me.”

“If you have fifteen thousand dollars, why are you working?”

“I told you,” he said, happily, “I love working.” He said it so as-a-matter-of-fact-ly that I had to giggle, but then stopped when I saw him lift an eye brow.



A year later it was agreed that Brent and I were going to start a business of our own, called Jebster Computers. We basically sold computers there, and hired people to manage the computer creating. Our very own company was in session, and it was run by a twenty-five year old and an eleven year old, though somehow word never got out that Brent was only eleven, because no one saw him except for me, since he had his own office in the back of the place, and everyone who did know, were kind enough to keep it to themselves. I had my own office to, but it wasn’t as private as Brent’s.

Seven years later, I was very rich and lived in a nice, big house with my husband and five year old son.

Brent and his girlfriend worked together in the business, and both had millions of dollars.

Mr. Brintle, my old boss, came to my office one day and offered me my job back, but my answer was, “No way!” he walked out disappointed, probably thinking of all the millions the company was making.



One day, Brent ran into my office, panting, which worried me, because Brent was always well mannered and never ran in the office.

“Ninety-four million dollars were stolen!” he gasped.

“What?!” I stood up from my chair. “Well, sit down and tell me about it! Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?”

He collapsed into a chair, and stared up at ceiling, panting.

When he had gotten a grip on him self, he said, “Well, it wasn’t exactly stolen, but I put that money in the hands of one of our most trusted workers, to do what was best for the company, and he spent it on himself, or something like that! I don’t know, but he’s gone now. Probably went off somewhere with the money.”

Brent sighed in despair and I just stared at him.

“Well…what’re we going to do?”

“I don’t know!” Brent threw up his hands. “The detectives our all down stairs, and they’re going to interview me later, but for now I think I’ll just go home and think it over.”

I nodded, slowly. “Alright. Maybe you’ll have thought of someway to get the money back in the morning.”

He nodded and walked back out of the office.

Six month later the case still wasn’t solved, and I was thinking about giving up, when Brent walked back into my office one morning.

“They’ve solved it!”

I looked up at him. “What?”

“They found about half of the money! It was found in Africa, deep down in the ground. There were a few men there, and they found the money. Of course, they didn’t have a very good idea what it was…just a lots of pieces of paper that filled a huge cave. They soon reported it, and they had it shipped back. We have the money back!”

I couldn’t speak. How odd was it, that those people would be dumb enough to hide the money in a cave, and the odds were so little of someone reporting it, instead of trading it in for their kind of money.

It turned out, Brent told me, that they were taking the money because they wanted the company to shut down, and to start their own just like it, and buy land with it. Who would be stupid enough to have that sort of plan! And it also turned out that the crook was Mr. Brintle. When he found out that I was making millions, he decided to steal the money, and had hired lots of people to sneak it out of America.



Four years after that, Brent was married to a pretty young woman named Lilly, and they had a daughter, and named her Jenny, after me. I don’t know if Lilly was to thrilled with naming her baby after her husbands business partner, but agreed, for she liked the name to.

If it weren’t for Brent Hapcin, my life would have been miserable. I might not have meet my husband and had a little boy; I might have been working at Walmart; I might have lost my house, but since one day, eleven years ago, I met Brent, my life, and possibly his life too, have been better.



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