The boy's eyes widened with alarm. He turned and scurried for the door like a frightened rat.
"Don't!" he shrieked. "Don't throw that paper weight, Mr. Pillsworth! I'm leaving, Mr. Pillsworth! I'm leaving!" He scooted through the door and slammed it after him.
Marc replaced the paper weight on the desk and sank back into his chair. For a long time he just sat there, staring blankly across the room. Then, slowly, a smile crept into his face.
Somewhere in the back of his mind there was laughter.
THE END