“In conclusion, we’ll miss you Pete but we all wish you a long and happy retirement.”
Pete Spencer basked in the warm applause and downed his champagne. Colleagues clapped him on the back.
“You lucky son of a gun.”
“How did you manage to save up all that money?”
“Just 35! It shouldn’t be allowed.”
“Of course, it won’t seem as if you’ve left!”
The next day Pete stayed in bed until Noon and then drifted down to the pub for a leisurely lunch. He sighed happily.
At the office his exclusively manufactured clone walked in and set to work.
Author’s Note: A way of letting people retire while retaining their skills.
Haha. I like the surprise at the end, and the author’s note.