I blinked to make sure I was in the right place.
His “big news” can’t possibly be a remodel…
Carrying our coffees, I made my way past a group of men lifting a table and into Mr. Lewis’s office.
His chair faced the windows, so I cleared my throat.
“Mr. Lewis?” I asked. “I’m here now.”
He didn’t move.
“Sir, it’s me,” I said. “Andrea. You wanted me to come in and talk?”
Nothing.
Before I could call for him again, two men rushed past me and moved toward his desk. They grabbed the ends and lifted it, carrying it out of the room.
“Mr. Lewis, can you hear me?” I crossed the room and gently spun his chair around.
What the…
It was empty.
I checked the boardroom, the seating area, even his private bedroom. The only signs of life were movers trailing my every step.
Susie (Accounting)
OH. MY. GOD. He sold us out!
Joel (Marketing)
Did you see this, Andrea? Did YOU know?
Gillian (Sales)
WTF! He’s a TRAITOR!
What the hell is going on? What are y’all talking about?
Too impatient to wait for a response, I called him.
No answer.
I called him again.
Nothing.
I rushed down three flights and looked for him in the library.
The only thing here was another moving crew.
Okay, then…
A sudden ache bloomed in my chest, and I decided to wait for him on our employee zen level.
The doors glided open, finally revealing him.
“Ah, speak of the devil.” Mr. Lewis stepped off in front of me, but my eyes swerved toward the selfish suit I’d seen earlier this morning.
