This short tale was written based on the following prompts


Cyril Montgomery Charlesworth the Second had learnt the hard way that his opinions weren’t appreciated, that most just ignored his words of wisdom, that he was the only one who heeded his advice.
Cyril Montgomery Charlesworth the second was a peeved soul, but he wasn’t defeated.
From his position by the window, he watched as the trio sauntered around the room, expressions blank. They were the picture of competence, which only proved that appearances were deceptive. He’d worked it out instantly, but he listened, even when words weren’t spoken.
Sighing deeply, he flitted down to the table, grimacing as he knocked over the card which stated caustically, after the tone.
“Sir,” He piped up, unsurprised when one of the men lifted a finger to rub his ear in confusion, and sighing he yelled…
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