The day of the meeting arrived, and I walked into Mark’s office with a mix of anticipation and dread. His desk was immaculate, a stark contrast to Sarah’s cluttered workspace. He gestured for me to sit, his expression unreadable.
“Thanks for coming in,” he began, folding his hands on the desk. “I know there’s been some confusion around the project changes.”
I nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“The decision came from higher up,” he explained, choosing his words carefully. “We’re reallocating resources to align with new strategic goals.”
“And what does that mean for Sarah?” I asked, keeping my tone even.
Mark sighed, a hint of frustration creeping into his demeanor. “She’ll still be involved, but in a different capacity. It’s an opportunity for her to broaden her skills.”
“Does she have a choice in this?”
“It’s in everyone’s best interest to adapt,” he replied, his gaze steady but distant.
The meeting ended with more questions than answers, and I left his office feeling no closer to the truth. Sarah was waiting for me in the break room, her expression expectant.
“Well?” she asked, a note of hope in her voice.
