Anger and a dozen supporting emotions burst through me. I had been bitterly let down, let down by someone I considered special.
"Get him a taxi and get him out of here !" I ordered with a note of venom in my voice before going into my own office and slamming the door shut with such force that everything within a range of forty feet rattled.
My anger was so clear for all to see that nobody said anything and nobody dared to venture after me. "Sod you Marcus !"
Before the death of my uncle I had been following a successful career as a school teacher, a career I was moderately content with and one where I had gained early promotion to become a housemaster in a large comprehensive school. Today the politically correct would say it was a challenging school, back then we would say it was bloody tough !
On my appointment as head of house a colleague offered me some advice: "Discipline is like the choke on an old fashioned car, not enough and the engine wont start too much and it stalls."
Marcus had been one of he boys in my house, a likeable youth of sixteen with fair to good examination prospects and absolutely no idea what he wanted to do with his life. That had been five years, almost six, ago and now he worked for me in my business.
My uncle had built up a highly successful car sales company. He wasnt the usual car salesman who talked more bullshit than could be found on the cattle trail of the Wild West, he sold only second hand prestige vehicles and classic cars from decades gone by. If you wanted an Aston Martin DB5 or a Ferrari Testarossa then his was the place to go. When he died for some reason I never understood he left it all to me.
"Get him a taxi and get him out of here !" I ordered with a note of venom in my voice before going into my own office and slamming the door shut with such force that everything within a range of forty feet rattled.
My anger was so clear for all to see that nobody said anything and nobody dared to venture after me. "Sod you Marcus !"
Before the death of my uncle I had been following a successful career as a school teacher, a career I was moderately content with and one where I had gained early promotion to become a housemaster in a large comprehensive school. Today the politically correct would say it was a challenging school, back then we would say it was bloody tough !
On my appointment as head of house a colleague offered me some advice: "Discipline is like the choke on an old fashioned car, not enough and the engine wont start too much and it stalls."
Marcus had been one of he boys in my house, a likeable youth of sixteen with fair to good examination prospects and absolutely no idea what he wanted to do with his life. That had been five years, almost six, ago and now he worked for me in my business.
My uncle had built up a highly successful car sales company. He wasnt the usual car salesman who talked more bullshit than could be found on the cattle trail of the Wild West, he sold only second hand prestige vehicles and classic cars from decades gone by. If you wanted an Aston Martin DB5 or a Ferrari Testarossa then his was the place to go. When he died for some reason I never understood he left it all to me.