The manager returned.
“You need to talk to our Sales Director.”
“Okay.” Said Dave.
Dave got up and walked to the Sales Director’s office and sat down.
The Sales Director was on the phone and hung up.
He looked at Dave. “Come on in. Have a seat.”
Dave noticed the Director had started wearing high collars. He could see there were some strange bumps on the back of his neck.
“I wanted to speak to you. I know who your manager is. I just wanted to clear the air and answer any questions you had.”
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