Everything was Gone
The first thing in the morning, Giffird took a taxi to his office to settle some matters before making plans to attend Justin’s funeral. As soon as the taxi driver pulled into the company parking lot, Giffird noticed there were no employee cars anywhere, including his company car that he had left in the parking lot when he left town. His surprise soon turned to shock when he found that everything inside the company headquarters was gone—office furniture, equipment, the warehouse full of inventory, and all the engraving equipment--even the telephones were disconnected.
The employees he had trusted and relied on to manage the business took advantage of his long absence and defrauded him! And there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. Giffird was beside himself with a mixture of anger, grief, shame and guilt. Both of his company credit cards were deactivated, and he couldn’t find anyone who could help him or even begin to shed light on what had happened to the business. Even the police department said that they couldn’t do anything.
Giffird could not burden his family with this trouble, not with Justin’s death and the fact that they had entrusted him with some capital—the loss of which he could not explain. He stayed at the motel until his cash ran out and the manager asked him to leave the property.
The first thing in the morning, Giffird took a taxi to his office to settle some matters before making plans to attend Justin’s funeral. As soon as the taxi driver pulled into the company parking lot, Giffird noticed there were no employee cars anywhere, including his company car that he had left in the parking lot when he left town. His surprise soon turned to shock when he found that everything inside the company headquarters was gone—office furniture, equipment, the warehouse full of inventory, and all the engraving equipment--even the telephones were disconnected.
The employees he had trusted and relied on to manage the business took advantage of his long absence and defrauded him! And there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. Giffird was beside himself with a mixture of anger, grief, shame and guilt. Both of his company credit cards were deactivated, and he couldn’t find anyone who could help him or even begin to shed light on what had happened to the business. Even the police department said that they couldn’t do anything.
Giffird could not burden his family with this trouble, not with Justin’s death and the fact that they had entrusted him with some capital—the loss of which he could not explain. He stayed at the motel until his cash ran out and the manager asked him to leave the property.