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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