More Meetings, Please?
"A quick tale of hope, courage and the coffee van that broke old, ugly patterns"
It was Monday morning.
The persistent drizzle foreshadowed a treacherous break-room floor.
That is, had anyone bothered to go there for a cup of joe.
No one bothered.
The conference room was filling up; moribund souls awaiting their turn to give the weekly account of themselves.
It was all so routine. Where had the dream gone?
Gladys Summer Franklin, though, had a gleam in her eye. She had seen this tired procession many times before.
It was time to take matters into her own hands.