- Louise is glowing; I can tell I have given her her share of good news for today.
- “It would be my pleasure,” she says. “And I can even take some evening classes in marketing at that university near our office block,” she adds. I nod.
“Wow,” Louise gasps when I finish telling her how I handled the Frank situation. “So he’s gone?”
I nod. “Well, I’m just going to go back to the office to check if he’s sent that email, otherwise yes, I think we have been successful in that regard.”
“Oh!” Louise says as she finally remembers her food and takes a bite, “I return to the office next week. Will I be working for you?”
“Actually I’d like to transition you into the marketing department,” I tell her. “I mean, I need a replacement for me, right? And if I am not confirmed after this you can always stay on and maybe just keep working with me. No one knows my department better than you – you’ve had practical, on-the-job training for many years,” I smile.
Louise is glowing; I can tell I have given her her share of good news for today. “It would be my pleasure,” she says. “And I can even take some evening classes in marketing at that university near our office block,” she adds. I nod.
“Oh gosh, look at the time,” I say, as I glance at my cell phone, which is ringing. It’s from the office but I can’t tell who it is. “I have to leave, the office is calling.” Louise signals a waiter who packs the remainder of our food as she and I plan her return modalities. And then I grab my doggy bag and drive as fast as I can, straight to the office, whereupon I notice that my phone extension has also logged a couple of missed calls from the same extension that called me earlier. And so I dial back.
“It’s Julius, from HR,” he says. Julius, the HR director and I have not had that much reason to call each other in the past and so I am not familiar with his extension. “I am calling about the letter I have received from Frank.”
“Yes,” I say. “I hear he was planning to resign. Has it happened yet?”
“What? No.” I can hear a smirk in his voice. Suddenly, my blood turns cold; I have this sneaking suspicion that I am about to hear something I didn’t plan on hearing.
“Well, he is accusing you of harassing him, and he wants us to take action.”
“Wait, what?!” I yell.