"Eden, can you come in here?" Noah calls out through his open office door.It's late and for the most part the department is empty. Entering his office, I come to stand at his side. He's standing with his back to the door, looking down at something on the desk. Laid out on his desk are the team's design ideas for the replacement product."What do you think?" he asks without so much as a glance my way."About what?""Which do you like most?""Er… This isn't really something I know anything about.""You made the right call last time.""I made a passing comment.""Yeah but it was right," he replies, giving me a sideways glance."I like the hanging sofa," I tell him eventually, "but if I'm honest, I keep thinking about the echo-friendly tents.""What about them?""It's potentially a whole new market," I tell him. "Clancy's Comforts doesn't do outdoors, for one thing. But also, if we can start a range of echo-friendly products, it could be huge.""Yeah, I think so too," he says, rubbing his
The rest of the week sees the team holed up in the conference room. As I suggested, Noah has split the team in two and now there's a competitive edge to everything they are doing. They've placed bets on which design will bring in the most money when they finally go live and the mood has definitely improved compared to how it was at the beginning of the week.Holly passes by several times, clearly snooping but the team are highly original in their tactics for distracting her, doing everything from spilling coffee on her to practically forcing her out the door with a fake note from Mrs Clancy for Lewis Artie.Stacey jumps to her feet. Dragging me from the conference room, she whispers in my ear, "Holly's here. Don't look."When someone tells you not to do something, what do you do? You do it, right? Instinctively, I look up and Holly looks like she's on the war path as she strides towards us."I wouldn't go in there if I were you," Stacey tells her, sidestepping her."Why not?" Holly as
It's almost home time on Friday night and the department is quietening down as everyone leaves, excited about their weekend. I'm in no hurry though. I don't have plans for the weekend and strangely enough, I quite enjoy this job.Any minute now though, Noah is going to come out of his office and tell me to go home. He never works late on Fridays. Unlike me, he must always have plans.I begin collating the department's weekly complaint log even though I know it's a long winded task. There's no way I'll have it finished by the time Noah finishes for the night. I might just stay late. It's not like I have anything better to do.Perhaps I should have taken Stacey and Rob up on their offer of going out for a drink but I hadn't really felt in the mood for socialising. I'd also had an offer to go back to my grandma's house for dinner but I'd told her that I wasn't sure when I'd be finished at the company.I'm not sure why I feel so deflated at the idea of spending the weekend away from the co
I arrive early on Monday morning. I'm not really sure why. Except that I'm excited. I want to be here. I'm eagerly waiting for Noah to arrive. I'm trying not to think about why I want to see him. I spent most of my weekend wishing that Monday would come quicker.Logging into my computer, I impatiently wait for it to load while making a mental note to recommend grandma updates the company's IT system.Glancing up frequently, I tell myself that I'm not looking for Noah. I quickly go through my emails, surprised to find several emails from the complaint department. Usually, I don't hear from them except for on Fridays with the weekly complaint log.I click to open the first email just as I notice Noah making his way towards me. He's carrying two coffees and he's actually smiling. It's disconcerting. He never smiles on Monday mornings. Hell, I'm lucky if he doesn't spend our Monday mornings screaming like a banshee at me."Morning," he says with a strange amount of chipper as he places one
"They want to recall it?" he blurts out angrily and like that his good mood vanishes.Sighing, I tell myself I should have gotten evidence. There's no way the rest of the team will believe that he was actually smiling earlier.His hand covers mine on the computer mouse as he scrolls down. There's even less room between us now but he's completely focused on my computer screen."Eden, I need you to get the advertisement department on the phone," he says authoritatively. "They can't just recall the entire line.""Yes sir," I say, picking up my phone.He pulls away, rushing back around my desk before disappearing into his office. I'm kept waiting on the phone for a while. It would seem that no one in the Advertising Department has arrived yet. Glancing at my watch, I grow frustrated. It's not that early.Our team have started arriving, waving at me as they make their way to their cubicles."Any luck?" Noah pops his head around the door."They're not answering," I tell him."Right, grab the
The team is in uproar. I try to calm them all down but to no avail. Holly for her part, dropped that bomb and then left, leaving disaster in her wake. Everyone is panicked and anyone would think they've never had a complaint come through before. In reality, there are complaints every week. What makes this different is the sudden spike in complaints and the fact that it's against one of their best products.They're all looking expectantly at me as if I'm supposed to have all the answers.I don't want to disappoint them but I don't know much more than they do."Guys," I try, "Noah is talking to them now. We'll all know soon enough."I somehow manage to make it sound like he's got the whole situation in hand and they seem to believe me momentarily."Which product is it?" Stacey asks, as they all circle around me.I don't know how much I'm supposed to tell them. It would be better for Noah to do it. But they're all looking at me, beseeching me to tell them."Er… the walnut coffee table," I
"Can I see the manager?" Noah asks the first member of staff who pays us any attention.The factory is packed full of people, all hard at work. If we weren't in a rush, I'd want to look around. It's fascinating, seeing them creating the furniture my grandma is so proud of. Her house is full of Clancy's Comforts furniture.She always says that if it isn't good enough for her house, it's not good enough for her customers' houses either."Wait here," the staff member says. "I'll get him for you."Looking around, I spot one of the coffee tables a slight distance away. I make my way across the factory floor towards it. I recognise it immediately as the table my grandma has in her conservatory. It's clearly the same design. The shape and colour are the same but there is something off about it."They're using the wrong wood," Noah says from just behind me as I run my hand across the leg of the table. "They've supplemented it for a cheaper option."I'm impressed that he knows that just from lo
Noah's POV:Returning to the company, I head straight into a meeting, leaving Eden to return to the department alone. Lewis Artie looks as smug as ever as I make my way into Mrs Clancy's office. It's pretty obvious who is responsible for this disaster. He's looking far too pleased with himself for him not to be.I feel like he's goading me. While Mrs Clancy talks, he stares at me with that stupid smirk plastered on his face. I'd love to punch that look off his face and I'm not a violent person.When Mrs Clancy asks me about the complaints, I tell her that I would like to replace all those sold in the last two weeks."Just two weeks?" she asks. "You've worked out when the mistake was made?"Her tone is upbeat, and I think she might be willing to continue selling the product. She certainly isn't angry if the small smile on her face is anything to go by."Yes. There was an email sent two weeks ago.""You mean this was your department's fault?" James Artie, Lewis's uncle asks, leaning forw