A scary meeting

Greg had documents in front of him and a red pen which he marked on the reports presented to him. Each time he turned a page, he marked it with a red pen, certainly crossing sleepless nights of work for some.

He had an expressionless face while on the other side, all the department heads had crestfallen faces as Greg dismissed their hard work.

I can understand them. It also hurt me in high school when after giving myself up for an interrogation depriving me of my sleep, my streamings, and my outings to work, I received a copy crossed out in red with a big F well visible. It hurts a lot and it discourages me in the future. Even here, they certainly don't have the right to be discouraged because that would mean the door.

The room was silent, only the sounds of the paper rustling and the pen passing over it were heard, the atmosphere so heavy and I could see from their desperate heads that the men and women around this table had even held their breath. Poor people, having Greg as