To tell you the truth
“To tell you the truth…ah…” She paused delicately. Her fingers drummed against the desk; her brow furrowed as she struggled for the right words. “Well… it’s not that we don’t want you here. It’s just… you understand…” She mumbled something about ratios and pay cuts.
Greg could feel the embarrassment radiating off of her so he decided to step in. “It’s all right, I understand.”
“You do?” She looked up eagerly, relief flooding her face.
“Yes. Employee of the month five times running, highest percentage sales the company has ever seen, Golden boy of this department…You don’t need to say it. I’ve been expecting this promotion for a long time. His chest swelled with pride.
A look of confusion crossed her face, followed by a deep reddening of her cheeks. “No Mr Banks, I… I fear you have mistaken me. As you may be aware, the company is in some serious debt. We must make some… sacrifices. And I’m afraid that-”
“Look Deborah, Let’s cut to the chase. I’m the greatest thing to happen since this company was established. It was only a matter of time before I became manager” His voice was cocky, arrogant. He casually swung his feet onto the desk and leant into the chair, clearly at ease.
Deborah’s face turned a healthy shade of plum. She spluttered in-comprehensively, her eyes burned with rage. “Look Greg, I am the manager of this department. I-”
“Listen Debbie, I’m really sorry that I’ll be taking your job, but these things happen. You’ll find a new job… maybe. You are a bit on the old side”
Deborah’s eyes bulged and clutched at her chest frantically. Her skin turned rapidly from plum to blue to a nasty shade of gray and she collapsed noisily onto to her desk, scattering papers and office debris. Un-alarmed, Greg got up checked her pulse. Satisfied that she was dead, he strode out of the room whistling. “Sacrifices do need to be made…”
Angie Mullins © 26th April 2011