Another story from the Mistress's Child series. The entire household was abuzz with the news – the Businessman had proclaimed that he welcomed feedback on the running of the business from the entire household. This was what the Mistress’s Child had been waiting all along. She had seen so many problems with the household as she grew up, and had learnt so much during her years of helping to run the family business. She set about drafting down the many ideas she had, to show to her father. Her Butler had seen her write out the words painstakingly upon the parchment, and was worried. “Little Mistress, don’t you think you should get your elder brother to say something? I did not hear anything from the other household of him saying anything to your father.” “Oh Alfred, Alfred, you are just so full of worries! I know my father has never asked for any ideas from us in his whole life as a businessman, but we can trust him. Don’t worry!” She smiled at her Butler. She looked very pretty when...
This story was one written specifically for my student teacher class, a bunch of lovely kids. The boys loved this passage, but the girls had that glazed look in their eyes. No space opera for them I guess. Admiral Edward peered out the bridge of the Starflight into the murky blackness outside. The glass-like material separated him between the cold of the 12-degree Celsius interior, and the certain chill and deadly touch of the darkness that stared back at him. And out there were rocks. And more rocks. The only features that marked the Asteroid Belt. “Something to warm you, sir?” The voice of his personal assistant, Julia, broke his train of thought. He turned to face a cup of warm coffee, its sweet aroma welcoming him. “Thanks a lot, Julia – you are a lifesaver!” The many lines and scars that showed on his smile were the tell-tale sign of the many years, both of his age and of his service in the Terran Defence Force. This was the man that had always held the crew in awe – a legend hims...
Once, there was a lion who gave the job of watching over 10 wolves to a leopard. Leopard started his day distributing the meat rations into 11 portion. The wolves were unhappy at the size of the portion and attacked him. A single leopard could not fight against 10 wolves and he had no choice but to surrender his portion of meat and tendered his resignation to Lion. Lion stopped Leopard, and told him to observe his management techniques. The next day, Lion divided the meat into 11 portions of different sizes. He took the largest one, and threw the rest to the wolves, telling them, "Divide them according to who deserves it more." The wolves started fighting among themselves for the meat, no longer thinking of how that piece of meat was smaller than what they got in total in the past. Leopard was amazed and asked, "What kind of management technique is that?" Lion smiled and replied, "This is called payment by performance." The second day, Lion div...
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