"I can't believe that tall tale, Mister Bradley! I expected so much better from you! You're fired! This time, for good! Get out of my office right now!"'
Joe's notorious reign of lateness came to an end that day. And he was more than glad hear it. He was tired of seeing that lousy man's face every morning and every afternoon. He was tired about writing about things he never really cared about. He wanted to write books, stories, and memoirs about his holidays in Rome. It was actually a long awaited proposal. Because truthfully, he would have just quit anyway.
From the News Service, he ran to the castle, as instructed, to meet his beloved Anne. There was no time to lose. Not a single second.
When he got there, the gates were closed. When one of the guards saw him from atop the tower, they opened the gate. He was able to get in the doors without fail and was guided to Anneta 3 by newspapers laid on the marble floor, like bread crumbs that were used to guide Little Red Riding Hood home.
The at the end of the trail was of course, Anne. She was in a more formal dress. The dress with white and gold roses, as predicted by the press. She had just gotten back from her first meeting.
When she saw him she leaped into his arms.
"I knew you'd come back! I just knew it!" She began to cry tears of joy.
He was shocked and held her tighter. "Of course I was going to! You gave me a chance this time."
"Promise me that you'll never, ever leave me again. Promise."
She thought this promise was too good to be true. But she wanted to hear the words anyway.
"Well, I got fired from my job. So yes, I promise. I've got nothing to keep me from doing just that."
Her smile was a mile wide. "So, it's not the end of the fairytale?"
"No, and it never will be."
Again, he was right. And they were together for the rest of their lives.
