Mr. Marsh, president and founder of The Marsh Brother's Replicas, was a stout, kindhearted man in his late forties. He had a keen, sharp eye when it came to observing his employees. He would train and prepare young college boys for future jobs. He was very careful in hiring boys, as most employers are. He made sure the boys would work and take responsibility. In time he would know what each boy's abilities were and whether or not his employees enjoyed his work. Mr. Marsh was very careful to see that each one progressed from one step to another, as they were ready. Thus with his set of guidelines and keenness, he was very successful in keeping the Marsh Brother's Replicas very fruitful during the past six years of operation and helped hundreds of young men.
Recently, Mr. Marsh was keeping a careful eye on tow newcomers as he always did when he hired new boys. George Morgan and Robert Morris were the two new employees. George Morgan was five feet eight inches, and had bright blue eyes, and blond hair. He had just started college. His countenance showed modesty. George was built to handle any problem in the world. His companion and good friend was Robert Morris. Robert was smaller than his friend by a couple inches. He had dark brown-hair with light, stiff brown eyes, as Mr. Marsh noticed. He had stubborn, frowning face and a set of heavy eyebrows. Mr. Marsh noticed that Robert was a little stiff in his movements but paid very little attention to them. On the whole, both George and Robert seemed to be one the finest pair of lads that Mr. Marsh had hired.
Mr. Marsh put these two young men right to work. They both started with weekly, small projects and quickly worked into doing the larger work, which was less tedious. George and Robert started on building replica bodies, spray painting here and there when needed, and putting the major details on the replicas before sending them to supervisors, who would check their work. After the supervisors, the replicas went to other experienced craftsmen, who would complete the project. After a month or two of successfully completing the weekly projects, more work was given to the boys from Mr. Marsh. Little by little the boys' true attitudes began to show and there became distinct difference between George and Robert. George wanted more work and liked it with simple pleasure. Robert, on the other, was enjoying the occupation but did not have as much enthusiasm as George did. However, both young men continued to move up slowly to more responsibility. Mr. Marsh was feeling confident about these two young men's progress and work. When suddenly, Robert's drive for the work slackened and almost stopped for some reason, while George stayed enthusiastic and made steady progress.
"Um," Mr. Marsh mumbled to himself while viewing Robert's work report, "Looks like I better call Robert in for a small chat."
"Alice, would you please call Robert Morris to my office," Mr. Marsh said into his desk intercom.
"Certainly, Mr. Marsh," came the secretary's sweet voice over the intercom.
Some long minutes passed before Mr. Marsh heard some muffled voices outside the door. After Robert had come through the door and given the usual happy salutation, Robert flopped, with a large tired-sigh into the cozy, coffee brown-leather armchair that was offered to him, looking exhausted, depressed and uncomfortable in the soft chair. Mr. Marsh moved ans shifted the papers to side of the desk in a neat pile. He cleared his throat, folded his hands on his desk, and then was silent. Before saying anything Mr. Marsh stared at those empty eyes of Robert noticing something gravely different about them. Mr. Marsh as shocked for a moment, but when he recovered, he fidgeted at his desk trying to remember what he was going to ask.
"I have notice that there has been a big change in your work, and I am really displeased about it. I would like to know why this change occurred?" He said with composer.
