tie that set
off his eyes. The cufflinks on the shirt looked like some family crest.
I ged into my suit imagining what it would be like to go buy a suit
like Mr. Withersby' s. I am sure the material was nid would be properly
fit to my body with expert tail. I made my to my offid
started my team meeting. I ran a meeting every Monday to ensure quality
support through the week. After the meeting I sat down at my desk and saw
the email from Emily Peterson, Mr. ell' s personal assistant asking me
to e to Mr. ell' s office at 10am. Was this my promotiohey
giving me old man ell' s office?
I arrived at the outer offid greeted Emily. She smiled and told me to
wait. Wait for what I thought?? A big unveiling ceremony where I would be
given the new office? The door opeo the inner offid there
standing before me was Mr. Withersby. Just like in his photos he stood
perfectly dressed and ready for work. "Jake" he asked flashing a bright
smile. His face was much more handsome then in the pictures and he had this
boyish charm that filled the room. I nodded, being taken off guard for a
moment. "e on in" he said stepping out of the way to let me pass. "Have
a seat" I positioned myself across from Mr. Withersby and sat down taking
in the office. Mr. Withersby must have had a team of 10 tanize and
unload his stuff because the room was immaculate.
"Thanks for meeting with me" Mr. Withersby said with a soft mase
British at. "I uand that you and Mr. ell were close, and he
provided me with great input on your work at WCS. I hope we establish
the same w relationship" he said. A feeling of deception hit me. Was
this pure bullshit or was I just used to Mr. ell? After hearing
Withersby' s plans for restructuring the firm I realized I would still have
a job but my ce of promotion to VP was shot to hell.