Doug’s executive council, the vice presidents of all the departments, welcomed me on board. Yesterday these same folks wouldn’t have opened their mouths to speak to me. Today I’d become a member of their club.
Shirley, Doug’s admin, asked what my favorite snacks were so she could stock the kitchen. I told her I favored fresh-squeezed guava juice and Japanese-pickled vegetables. Since I could have whatever I wanted, I wasn’t asking for a soda.
Doug walked in with Winston at his side. I could think of only one reason for Winston being there. Doug planned to give him my old job. Crap.
I needed to meet with HR now. Once Winston’s promotion went through, my dossier wouldn’t matter. I’d be stuck with him again.
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