Ionen and my parents got inside the jeep. I mounted over my bike. A cop got inside the car of the criminal.
We all drove one behind the other in the narrow village road. The jeep was in front. I was behind the jeep and the car was behind me.
I bid everyone goodbye at the end of the road. I turned left towards my office and the cars turned towards the right to the police station.
I was rushing with speed towards my office. I was honking violently. I had an emergency to reach my office as fast as I could. I was hoping to myself that the senior cartoonists must be late.
I reached my office gate. I got off my bike and rushed towards the gate. I halted myself so hard at so hard acceleration that I fell down. I remembered that I had forgotten to lock my bike. I jumped up to my feet rushed back and locked my bike.
I rushed as fast as I could to the conference room where all our important meetings were held. I bet the door of that room so hard that it almost broke. It was wide open.
My heart was filled with pleasure as I saw the beautiful scene inside the room. All the professional cartoonists of our industries were sitting idly, waiting for the senior cartoonists to arrive. Boss and Fred were also present there.
I quickly went and captured my seat. None of the cartoonists gave a least interest to me, as they were in great fury that the Great cartoonist could arrive by any time now.
The door fled open. We all stood up.
'Good evening sir.' we all said together as the man came in. He was a man with a flat white face and a French cut. His blue eyes, pointed nose and lips were very small compared to the structure of his face. His long brown hair was back brushed. He wore a clean blue blazer, a red tie, white uniform, blue pants and dirty black shoes.
He firstly examined us for a minute or so. We were standing quietly gazing at him.
'Okay, the rooms are clean, sheets are good, and employees' uniforms are good and well ironed.' He whispered to himself, but his whisper was so loud that we all could easily hear it.
'Oh, I almost forgot' he said 'Gentlemen, you may have your seats.' We did as we were told.
'I earnestly apologize for my delay, and I too thank you guys for your patience and for waiting for me for so long.'
'Sir, that's so embarrassing' said our boss 'there's nothing to apologize. You are above all of us, and we don't need a least patience for waiting for you.'
'Okay, I'm happy to hear that. Well, let me introduce myself. I'm James Beard. And if I'm not wrong, you are the head of these industries, Mr. Atkinson.'
'Ugh, yes you are correct sir.' Answered our Boss.
'Hmm, I see.' He took out a cigarette from his pocket. 'Lighter please, anyone.'
'Fred, give your lighter to Mr. Beard.' Whispered our boss.
After seeing the man's greed towards drugs, and his expression, I am sure that he was a great devotee of drugs.'
Fred handed over the lighter to Mr. Beard. Mr. Beard snatched the lighter from him. Fred went back to his seat. Mr. Beard lit his cigarette and was at his frenzies.
The lighter slept from his hands, and-
BINGO!
All the documentations which he kept on the table were at flames.
We all were up to our feet.
'Argh!' Mr. Beard screamed. 'Someone help me removing the flame from my pants.'
We all, including me, were raging with anger. All our hard works of so many years were all destroyed by that James in a split of a second. We were mad at him.
'What happened to you guys? I am still waiting for some help to remove this flame. Oh no! It's even raging more. I need help, else I will fire all of you!'
'Argh!' he cried, this time, his whole pants were at fire. We were determined not to help him out. He was running around the whole room out of fear.
This time, there was indeed a matter for all of us to get feared.
THE WHOLE ROOM WAS RAGING WITH FIRE!!
We all were rushing towards the entrance. The fire was increasing every minute. They all went out and locked the door in order to stop the fire from entering the entire office.
Only I, Fred and James Beard were left out. We three were banging the door violently, asking for help. They all had forgotten about us and had ran away. I was about to faint due to the excessive amount of carbon dioxide.
James Beard, was at the most extreme trouble now. All of his clothes were raging with fire. He was keeping on crying, but he soon gave his last cry. He was burnt alive in front of us.
We both knew that we had to do something fast, as our clothes too had caught the fire, and we were about to faint. When I saw no more hope, my eyes fell upon the window. I rushed towards the window and jumped out from the third floor. Fred too followed me and jumped out. I was blacked out.