Hill was very furious at this point. He sat impatiently in his
office at a propane store called Strickland Propane. Hank looked out
his window and watched the other employees selling propane and
propane accessories. Hank was the assistant manager of Strickland
Propane, and he was very proud of his job. Hank looked up at the
clock on the wall behind him. It was 4:59 pm. He had one minute
left before his boss, Mr. Buck Strickland, would let him leave the
office. Hank sat at his small brown desk with a million receipts and
contracts from propane customers. Hanks office had panel wood
walls and a gray filing cabinet. Behind him was also a map of Texas,
Mexico, and the surrounding areas.
no other work to do, so he took off his thick, square rimmed glasses
and wiped them with his pale blue collared shirt. Most of the
employees wore pale blue shirts at Strickland Propane. Mr.
Strickland, however, was usually seen wearing a white collar shirt
with a blue necktie and a black suit. Hank put his glasses back on,
and he scratched his thick brown hair. Hank was fortunate to still
have a full head of hair while in his early 40s. Two of his
friends, Bill Dauterive and Dale Gribble were not so lucky, though.