WAYLON"Goddamn this!" I throw the file in my hands to the floor. "Is this how they are going to save this fucking company?" I swallow hastily. "Who was behind this? Which employee prepared this nonsensical report?" I press the button on my two-way business pager machine and wait for the office manager to walk in. She's usually quick to respond. "I need to find out who did this to fuck us over."Are these the same budgeting reports Ms Fischer was working on yesterday?The office manager knocks once against the front office door, and when I don't say anything for a minute, she walks into the room."Did you need something from me, Mr Thorne?"Taking a sharp inhale, I gesture with my eyes to the file that has landed on the floor."Can you find out which department was responsible for all the mess last night? That report is riddled with mistakes, so much so that I think it's a joke for them. I don't think they care about this company or its growth and reputation." I exhale a shaky breath.
EVERETT"What was that about, huh?" My mind is blank with all the unnecessary yelling it has just gone through. "Why is he so mad?" I ask myself as I step into the elevator car. "Maybe-maybe I was wrong, and I made mistakes, as Mr Thorne said. But why did he talk to me like that?"Confusion riddles me, and a sigh escapes from my mouth. I run both my hands through my hair as the doors close before me. Luckily, no one else takes the elevator at the same time as me, so it gives me some time to figure this out for myself.I'm not even angry at this point.I'm just confused.How do I fix the mistakes I made in the report if I don't have the slightest clue about them?His words come to mind.Do you have any vague idea or regard for the amount of damage you have singlehandedly caused to the reputation of this company?What were you thinking?I did everything in my power to make the working environment friendly and welcoming to you. You knew how significant that client was to me and for the
EVERETTStaring at the bright computer screen before me, I bite my lip. As far as my eyes can see, as I go through the data mentioned in the report on the lit-up screen, I realise that I haven't come across it before. It's new. The file I brought from Mr Thorne's office with me is not the set of papers I have come up with on my own, or the data inside it is in any way whatsoever curated by me.Was there a mismatch of information between the departments?Did they pick out someone else's reports and label them as mine?Or was there a genuine misunderstanding on the part of the office manager?Did she have trouble finding out about the person responsible behind the inaccurate report?But then again, why did she pick me to take the fall?I exhale, taking into account that another significant position in the marketing department remains vacant, and this is how it affects our team in the long run. I also recognise that I'm undertaking twice the workload till Kyra hires another assistant to
WAYLONPunching the keys on my laptop's keyboard to add my own comments to the copy of the report, I see that there has to be some mistake with the data. I scroll through the document, drawing it down the screen to eye the data carefully for the nth time. My fingers end up lining my lips, and a sigh escapes my mouth. Something catches my eye. I go back to the pile of brown boxes sitting near my work desk and uncover the lid. Then I fish out the files myself to recheck the recommendations made in the document by Ms Fischer.I don't have an idea why but my heart feels like it isn't ready to believe that she was the one who could have sabotaged the business deal. She might have been reckless in the past, but she somehow always manages to triumph over her minor slips in judgement. Furthermore, I have always seen her coming from a sincere place to help the company. So I can't comprehend what her deal is?How could she have gotten this wrong?Going through file after file, I see that the
WAYLON "Move that arm from my shoulder right now, man." Finn shakes his head as he moves away from me. "Fine, asshole." Then he shoots me a glare before grabbing the hot cup of coffee and walking to the tall high-rise window in the middle of my office so he can enjoy the stunning view of the cityscape. "What should we do about Ms Fox? She's proving out to be quite a nuisance. I don't know what I want to do with her. Maybe I should send her the email that tells her she's fired." Then I yawn big, stretching my arms behind my back. "But I don't know if I want to wreck the marketing department when it's already struggling. Maybe we need to put some feelers into the market and hire another competent person when the time comes. Something tells me that it's going to be soon. Then perhaps that would work even if it's sprung on the marketing department from nowhere." Putting a hand over my mouth, I yawn again. "The marketing department would somehow have to find their feet again." Finn
WAYLONWhen I step into the elevators, I think again about the new terms I have to negotiate with the client. The conversation with the head of the legal department echoes in my mind as I line my lips, mentally bullet-pointing all the necessary details. The head of the legal department further apologised for their lateness to the meeting when she came into my office to turn in the final draft of the new business contract I had her draw up to appease the client at the last moment.It's been less than thirty minutes since that meeting, and for the rest of those minutes, I have done nothing but try to consume more coffee and brainstorm better on the data before the business engagement with the client.My phone vibrates into my coat pocket. I fish it out to see another incoming text on the screen. Running my finger over the phone screen, I unlock the message.I might have run into a problem that needs someone on top of it right now. I must look out for it before it becomes a wildfire that
EVERETTI rush back to my office quickly, pick up the file and convert the document on my computer into a PDF file to send to his email. Then I print out the copies from the PDF file while putting my recommendations behind the back of the papers in the file as an additional document, and then break into a run to sprint back to the elevators.After pressing the buttons on the operating panel with shaky fingers, I fish out my phone from my pocket to check the time on my phone and realise that there's barely a minute left in his so-called 'I have six minutes before I head out for that meeting.'While I hold my breath for another minute, the doors slide open, and his muscular back comes into view. His silhouette almost feels sad, and I thwart the feeling of wanting to hug him to comfort him.Where did that feeling come from, again?"Mr Thorne?" My voice is soft. "Here's the file you needed, and I've put my personal recommendations in the back of the file. I think you might need them." The
WAYLONI stare at her from the corner of my eye as I drive the car to the expensive lounge for the business lunch meeting. She doesn't look at me as she stares out of the car's window, focusing her gaze on the passing trees nearby. My mind jumps from one thing to another. I try to concentrate again on the bullet points in my head till I can't anymore.Then a thought registers itself in my mind.Did I really make Ms Fischer uncomfortable by asking her to accompany me?When I clear my throat, she doesn't even bat an eyelash. It's like I don't even exist for her at this moment.Fine.I'll let her be.After driving my car through a steep street, we finally arrive at the lane in front of the restaurant building. I halt the car on the long street path facing the restaurant, and a valet quickly emerges to take care of the parking.I slide out of the driver's seat and bring my briefcase with the new reports in my hands. I softly cuss under my breath because Finn has chosen a fine day like tod