My hands shook as I poured the weak tea for Mr. Scrooge. I could hear the sympathy in his voice and I knew then that Bob didn't get the position. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself before I turned to face him. The cup and saucer in my hand was steady by the time I reached him. "Sir? I'm afraid that I don't know what you mean." I waited impatiently for his reply. Watching his thin lips as he put the cup to them. I was awash with foreboding.
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