He looked around this office which had been his home for the last decade.
He had started as as a Lab Assistant and rose to be the Institute’s Chief Administrator.
Over the years, the primary school had grown to this premier stature. Professionally, it had been an immensely satisfying journey. Their new building housed a state-of-the-art Sciences Laboratory and a Sports Complex.
Being his last working day he was clearing out the office.
Books. Photographs. Mementos.
Ready to move.
Except for one last thing – A file which was the only blemish on an otherwise spotless career.
It held correspondence about accusations against him about accepting favours for choosing vendors for the new Lab.
In the ensuing proceedings, his words had fallen on deaf ears.
The Board did not believe him when he repeatedly said, “I am innocent.”
Hence this premature retirement.
With a deep sigh, he picked up his bag and walked out for the last time, head held high to his new SUV parked outside.
I am joining Vinitha in her Fiction Monday series using the word prompt “innocent”