Days passed, the holiday card incident slowly fading from the office chatter. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. One evening, as I was leaving the office, I noticed a familiar figure waiting by the elevator.
It was my supervisor, his expression unreadable. « Got a minute? » he asked, gesturing towards the empty break room.
I nodded, following him inside, the room dimly lit by the setting sun. « About the card, » he began, his voice low. « I wanted to apologize for how it was handled. »
I waited, sensing there was more to come. « There’s been some internal reshuffling, » he admitted, his gaze fixed on the floor. « And your name… it ended up there because someone thought it might help, uh, test the waters for potential changes. »
« Changes? » I echoed, the word heavy with implication.
« Promotions, new roles… that sort of thing, » he clarified. « I just wanted you to know that you’re valued here. »
As I left the office that evening, I felt a mix of confusion and clarity. There was more at play than I had realized, and while the path ahead was uncertain, I was determined to navigate it with eyes wide open.
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