henry

After a few days, received a call from my agent. She said ‘henry, did you receive your pay? Henry, you wrote a letter to the manager? Henry, you know that my livelihood depends on supplying labors to the hospital….? I cut into her conversation. I told her I understood what she was trying to imply. As the agent was the one who gave me the job, I told her, “ok! I won’t put you into an awkward position. I’ll write the manager another letter explaining my stand with regards to this matter. She agreed.

 

Half an hour later, my agent called again. She was nervous. She said “henry, we’re in trouble! The manager is going to make a police report. She was frightened as the letter was written in red ink. She suspected that you are talking to her in your capacity as an underground figure…as a gangster…for red signified blood!” I told my agent, “cool down, just an explanation, ‘the reason why the letters were printed in red was…I ran out of black ink on my printer’. Make it this way, let me have her contact number and I’ll call her right now.” and that was what I did.

 

On the receiving end was the manager, a lady. She was soft-spoken. On learning that I was the caller, she was both mad and happy. Mad…because as she said, she was deeply hurt by what I wrote. She made known to me that ‘a promise is a promise’. She was not the one who escalate this matter. Happy…because she was given the chance to explain matters to me personally.

 

As she explained, my thoughts went with her – in a positive way. I told myself, ‘after much bombardment from me, she spoke in a soft voice, trying to settle things in a diplomatic ways, both for the benefits of us”. Under this kind of circumstances, what other complaints do I have anymore?

 

We reciprocated with the word ‘sorry’ to each other and the matter was laid to rest. As to whom the culprit was…the one who escalate this matter, it was up to the lady manager to find out. What happened after that? Frankly speaking, I don’t know and I do not want to know either.