“You have no mercy,” Julia said in mock anguish and she collected her piece from the floor and put it back on the side of the table. The champion of her team, now a dejected outsider watching from the sidelines.
“For losers? Fat chance. Your move, and don’t keep me waiting long. After I mop up here I’ve got to mop up out there.”
It was 6pm in the office. Karl was the cleaner and Julia was the CEO.
Chess was the great leveler.