Not after I got bypassed for my first promotion seven or eight years ago. Back then I vowed to achieve, whatever I wanted, and I have succeeded thus f...r. Three promotions later, I am on brink to join the big guns. Björn attending might be the best thing about this celebration. I can already start my work on him.“Sorry, would you please repeat the question.” Damn, it’s so hard to pay attention to all the bullshit my colleagues tend to talk about all day. Where the fuck is Vince? He should better. I'll kill you if you do!"John was on the floor, crying and blubbering like a baby. "I'm sorry," hekept saying over and over again. "I'm sorry. Please stop!"Sally finally put one more minor kick into his back and then stood backwatching her brother. She had beaten him up with ease. Of course she hadknown that she could. He really was a wimp! But now that she had doneit, she figured he had to know that she was a lot stronger than he was andthat she wasn't anyone he could ever push around. Cave? And the entire thing was lit by the flickering light of a large bonfire just outside the entrance. He appeared to be alone, and he slowly, carefully sat up, holding his head until the dizziness waned. The cave was small – tiny, actually – barely allowing enough headroom for him to sit. As he looked around again, he spied his saddle bags up against the wall beside a stack of firewood, and realised he was sitting on a contraption made of wood and his cloak – a sledge, of sorts. It triggered. I picked up the two coins that I had dropped before examining the nearest bandit. Helen went to look after the other one.We found a total of $53 between the two, so this was not a bad way to start the morning. We looted the men and left them lying beside the road, but we took their horses to sell at the next town. We didn't want to return to the previous town, because we were likely to attract more unwelcome attention.The next town was somewhat larger than the last one, so there were four.