1. A New start
‘Mr Duncan? Come in please. Mr Wilson will see you now.’
‘Thank you.’ John Duncan stood up and walked nervously towards the door. He was a tall, thin man, about forty-five years old now, in an old gray suit. It was his best suit, but it was ten years old now. He had grey hair and glasses. His face looked sad and tired.
Inside the room, a man stood up to welcome him. ‘Mr Duncan? Pleased to meet you. My name’s David Wilson. This is one of our chemists, Mary Carter.’
John Duncan shook hands with both of them, and sat down. It was a big office, with a thick carpet on the floor and beautiful pictures on the walls. David Wilson was a young man, in an expensive black suit. He had a big gold ring on one finger. He smiled at John.
‘Oh, I see.’ John looked at Mary. She was older than Wilson- about thirty-five, perhaps – with short brown hair, and a pretty, friendly face. She was wearing a white coat with a lot of pens in the top pocket. She smiled at him kindly, but John felt miserable.
I’ll never get this job, he thought. I’m too old! Employers want younger people these days.
David Wilson was looking at some papers. ‘Now, Mr Duncan,’ he said ‘I see that you are a very good biologist. You worked at a university ….. and then for two very famous companies. But ….. you stopped working as a biologist nine years ago. Why was that?’
‘ I’ve always had two interests in my life,’ John said, ‘biology and boats. My wife was a famous sailor… Rachel Horsley… Perhaps you remember her. She sailed around the world alone in a small boat,’
‘Yes,’ said David Wilson, ‘I remember her.’
‘So we started a business, ‘said John. ‘We made small boats together, and sold them.’
‘And did the business go well?’ asked Wilson.
‘Very well at first. Then we wanted to build bigger, better boats. We borrowed too much money. And then my wife …’ John stopped speaking.
‘Yes, the Sevens Race. I remember now,’ said David Wilson.
Both men were silent for a moment. Wilson remembered the newspaper reports of the storm and the lives lost at sea. He looked at the man who sat sadly in front of him.
‘So, after my wife died,’ continued John, ‘I closed the business. That was five years ago.’
‘I see,’ said David Wilson. ‘It’s a hard world, the world of business.’ He looked at John’s old grey suit. ‘So now you want a job as a biologist. Well, this is a chemical company, Mr Duncan. We make paint. But we need a biologist to make sure that everything in this factory is safe. We want someone to tell the government that it’s safe to work here, and that it’s safe to have a paint factory near the town. That’s important to us.’
‘And if something’s not safe, then of course we’ll change it,’ Mary Carter said. David Wilson looked at her, but he didn’t say anything.
‘Yes, I see,’ John began nervously. ‘Well, I think I could d that. I mean, when I worked for Harper Chemicals in London I …’ He talked for two or three minutes about his work. David Wilson listened, but he didn’t say anything. Then he smiled. It was a cold, hard smiled, and it made John feel uncomfortable. He remembered his old suit and grey hair, and he wished he hadn’t come.
‘You really need this job, don’t you, Mr Duncan?’David Wilson said. ‘You need it a lot.’
‘Yes, I do,’ he said quietly. But h thought: I hate you, Wilson. You’re enjoying this. You like making people feel small. I hate people like you.
Wilson’s smile grew bigger. He stood up, and held out his hand. ‘OK,’ he said. ‘When can you start?’
‘What?’ John was very surprised. ‘What did you say?’
‘I said, “When can you start?” Mr. Duncan. We need you in our factory as soon as possible. Will Monday be OK?’
‘You mean I’ve got the job?’
‘Of course. Congratulations!’ Wilson shook John’s hand. ‘My secretary will tell you about your pay. You’ll have own office, and a company car, of course. I’d have you to start work with Marry on Monday. Is that OK?’
‘I… Yes, yes of course. That’s fine. Thank you, thank you very much.’
1. เริ่มต้นใหม่' นายดันแคน มาในกรุณา นาย Wilson จะเห็นคุณตอนนี้ ''ขอบคุณ' ดันแคนจอห์นลุกขึ้นยืน และเดินไปทางประตูคน เขาเป็นผู้ชายคนหนึ่งสูง บาง forty-five ปีนี้ เป็นสีเทามีอายุเหมาะสมกับ มันเป็นชุดที่ดีที่สุดของเขา แต่มันเป็นสิบปีตอนนี้ เขามีผมสีเทาและแว่นตา ใบหน้าของเขาดูเศร้า และเหนื่อยภายในห้องพัก ชายคนหนึ่งยืนขึ้นต้อนรับพระองค์ ' นายดันแคน ยินดีที่ได้รู้จักกัน ฉันชื่อ David Wilson นี้เป็นหนึ่งในนักเคมีของเรา แมรีคาร์เตอร์ 'ดันแคนจอห์นจับมือกับทั้งสองของพวกเขา และนั่งลง มีสำนักงานใหญ่ พรมหนาบนชั้นและภาพสวยงามบนกำแพงได้ David Wilson ถูกชายหนุ่ม ในชุดสูทสีดำมีราคาแพง เขามีแหวนทองใหญ่บนหนึ่งนิ้ว ยิ้มที่จอห์น'โอ้ เห็น' จอห์นมองที่แมรี่ เธอได้เก่ากว่า Wilson - ประมาณสามสิบห้า ที– กับผมสั้นสีน้ำตาล หน้าสวย ดี เธอกำลังสวมใส่เสื้อสีขาว มีปากกาในกระเป๋าด้านบน เธอยิ้มที่เขากรุณา แต่จอห์นรู้สึกอนาถฉันจะไม่ได้รับงานนี้ เขาคิดว่า ฉันอายุเกินไป นายจ้างต้องคนที่อายุน้อยกว่านี้David Wilson ไม่มองที่กระดาษบาง 'ตอนนี้ นายดันแคน เขากล่าวว่า ' เห็นว่า คุณเป็นนักชีววิทยาที่ดี คุณทำงานที่มหาวิทยาลัย... และสำหรับบริษัทที่มีชื่อเสียงมากสองแห่งนั้น แต่... คุณหยุดทำงานเป็นนักชีววิทยาที่ 9 ปีที่ผ่านมา ทำไมนะ? "‘ I’ve always had two interests in my life,’ John said, ‘biology and boats. My wife was a famous sailor… Rachel Horsley… Perhaps you remember her. She sailed around the world alone in a small boat,’‘Yes,’ said David Wilson, ‘I remember her.’‘So we started a business, ‘said John. ‘We made small boats together, and sold them.’‘And did the business go well?’ asked Wilson.‘Very well at first. Then we wanted to build bigger, better boats. We borrowed too much money. And then my wife …’ John stopped speaking.‘Yes, the Sevens Race. I remember now,’ said David Wilson.Both men were silent for a moment. Wilson remembered the newspaper reports of the storm and the lives lost at sea. He looked at the man who sat sadly in front of him.‘So, after my wife died,’ continued John, ‘I closed the business. That was five years ago.’‘I see,’ said David Wilson. ‘It’s a hard world, the world of business.’ He looked at John’s old grey suit. ‘So now you want a job as a biologist. Well, this is a chemical company, Mr Duncan. We make paint. But we need a biologist to make sure that everything in this factory is safe. We want someone to tell the government that it’s safe to work here, and that it’s safe to have a paint factory near the town. That’s important to us.’‘And if something’s not safe, then of course we’ll change it,’ Mary Carter said. David Wilson looked at her, but he didn’t say anything.‘Yes, I see,’ John began nervously. ‘Well, I think I could d that. I mean, when I worked for Harper Chemicals in London I …’ He talked for two or three minutes about his work. David Wilson listened, but he didn’t say anything. Then he smiled. It was a cold, hard smiled, and it made John feel uncomfortable. He remembered his old suit and grey hair, and he wished he hadn’t come.‘You really need this job, don’t you, Mr Duncan?’David Wilson said. ‘You need it a lot.’‘Yes, I do,’ he said quietly. But h thought: I hate you, Wilson. You’re enjoying this. You like making people feel small. I hate people like you.Wilson’s smile grew bigger. He stood up, and held out his hand. ‘OK,’ he said. ‘When can you start?’‘What?’ John was very surprised. ‘What did you say?’‘I said, “When can you start?” Mr. Duncan. We need you in our factory as soon as possible. Will Monday be OK?’‘You mean I’ve got the job?’‘Of course. Congratulations!’ Wilson shook John’s hand. ‘My secretary will tell you about your pay. You’ll have own office, and a company car, of course. I’d have you to start work with Marry on Monday. Is that OK?’‘I… Yes, yes of course. That’s fine. Thank you, thank you very much.’
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