“Ambassador!” he stamped, “Ambassador Gerald Jefferson,” in a voice that proved
practice.  Then he stapled;  “You can call me Gerald,” and he gave a crisp smile to
the young lawyer who herself was puffed with the definition of being a lawyer.

Although the Chair was a senior lawyer, Ms. Stubbs had not yet learnt deference
so continued to question the man she had incorrectly called ‘Mister.”

The Secretary of the City Football Association Appeal Board, an older gentleman,
said nothing, just continued to transcribe the proceedings.

Why the Ambassador had decided to ‘represent’ the Victown Football Club on behalf
of its manager, Scroggy Binns, was unknown to Ms. Stubbs and the fourth member
of the Appeal Board, Tim Davis.

The Chair and Secretary appreciated the need for the Ambassador to hoist himself
to any position in which he could enable his ego.

Davis, a lawyer with twice the years of experience as Stubbs and one third of that
of the Chair would have done most of the questioning if Stubbs hadn’t wished to
polish her ego.

The Ambassador, taking ‘control’ of the Inquiry was, as those whose egos are
quite large, did not notice the Chair asked no questions.  He busied himself
with parry and thrust, as if Stubbs and Davis were poor swordsmen he was toying
with.

Eventually the Chair grew impatient, and the Inquiry was brought to a close,
though the Ambassador desired to make a ‘closing statement.’

Completing, he left the room with Biggs feeling pleased with himself, and enjoyed
basking in being Ambassador in the corridor.

Inside of the conference room, the Chair advised the panel of the salient points.
The decision was to disallow the Appeal. 

The Chair had read the documents that afternoon, spoken with the Secretary,
deciding the Appeal had no merit.

That the Ambassador needed the soap box and Davis and Stubb wished to take
their pomposity for a walk was the reason the Inquiry lasted ninety instead
of nine minutes.