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When I came back to my workstation after lunch, I had an invite to meet with Chad sitting in my inbox. I clicked accept. Meeting with Chad had become a regular occurrence after I successfully guided the software vendor for the order management system across the finish line. Chad had been so pleased that he made a rare acknowledgment during the weekly team meeting calling me out for helping the project meet a major milestone. I could see why Chad rarely did such things. He wasn’t good at it.
The truth of it all was that I had done very little to help the software vendor. He had hated working for Alex so much that when I took over he was just happy that he didn’t have to deal with Alex anymore. He promptly did more work and did it more quickly than he had ever done it for Alex. Of course, Alex was too self-absorbed to see this. He just assumed that I had had more time to dedicate to the vendor, which helped the project along. Alex really was an ass.
Many of the workstations on the tenth floor sat empty. After the layoffs ended and the company began to settle into its new routines, members of the project team began to move on. Some moved onto other roles at Standard, while others simply left the company. The Path Forward project had been anointed as a roaring success by Mr. Rich. He had proclaimed as much in a video released within the company a few weeks ago. The video had even made it to YouTube where it spawned several parody versions, likely the product of disgruntled former employees.
My phone beeped. A text from a recruiter appeared on my screen: They want you in for a final interview.
I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. I had interviewed for another job at a large tech company across town, and I had made it to the final round. I was so close to landing that job that I could taste it, and I was thrilled at the prospect of walking into Chad’s office and telling him that I was leaving, that I was finished with Standard and its fruitless attempts to join the future. Only the thought of leaving Julie behind dampened my enthusiasm.
I texted back: Thank you! When?
I had connected with the recruiter purely by coincidence. She had accidentally dialed my workstation phone and I had answered. Once she realized I wasn’t who she wanted to talk to, she tried to hang up, but I kept talking, intrigued by her clandestine tone. She asked a few questions, and then, she offered to help me find another job. I didn’t imagine it would turn into anything, but it did, and I had an interview within a few weeks at a forward-thinking company that knew how to treat its employees well. The company had a sterling reputation and its employees were highly sought after by other companies in the city. If I got the job, it would certainly launch my career in the right direction, whatever that was.
Her text pinged on my phone. Can you make it Thursday at 9 AM? Two hours.
I looked at my schedule. I could tell Chad that I had to come in late because of a doctor’s appointment. He’d think nothing of it. I hated lying, but I didn’t know what else to say. I felt awkward, but I confirmed my availability to the recruiter.
I stared at Julie’s empty office. She had made a brief appearance earlier in the morning, but she had left almost as soon as she arrived. Her office sat dark and lonely like it did most of the time. I wondered what she’d say if I got the job at the tech company. Would she try to persuade me to stay? Would I stay for her? I couldn’t answer that question with any confidence.
With all of the things going through my head, the meeting with Chad crept up on me quickly. The notification interrupted my train of thought as I worked on the new procedures for the order management system. I dismissed it three times before I saved my work and trudged to Chad’s office.
He sat ramrod straight at his desk typing on his laptop, which was the only item on his minimalist desk. He glanced up at me. “Travis, have a seat.” His eyes darted to the chairs in front of his desk. He kept typing after I sat down. “Let me finish this thought.” I waited.
“How’s it going?” he asked after he finished typing.
“Good.” I wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. My thoughts wandered back to my work and to the interview coming up in two days. He seemed disappointed in my answer as if he wanted me to say more. He stood up and shut the door to his office. I could feel his eyes on me as he returned to his chair.
“I’ll cut right to the chase. Mr. Rich will be making some announcements today. There will be a big reorganization – lots of changes coming. The project team is being disbanded and absorbed back into the company.”
“What? But we’re not finished.” I felt like the floor to the office had been pulled away from me. Somehow, I hadn’t seen this coming. I knew the project team was only temporary, but I had thought it’d stay in place a while longer.
“We’re mostly there. He wants the new organization to take ownership of the pertinent areas and drive them to completion. He thinks it’s important for the company to congeal around the future rather than have one central team driving it.”
As usual, Chad’s gobbledygook speak made little sense. I brushed his explanation away. “What am I going to do now?”
“That’s the good news.”
“I want you to lead our new online group.”
I tried to understand what he was saying, but for some reason my mind drew a blank. I must have given him a confused look because he let out a little laugh and explained it further.
“I need someone who can manage the website and the order management system. You’ve done a great job in both of those areas, and Benji and I agree that you’d be the best person to take on this role.”
I absorbed what he said still trying to overcome my surprise. I wondered why he said he needed someone. He and Benji were consultants. I wondered how much longer they would be around now that the project was being disbanded.
“What exactly does this mean?”
“Well, it means you’d work with the product leads across the company to help them with online sales and inventory management. It’d be a big promotion for you. You’d get a chance to manage people. They’d be vendors, but still it’s management. It’d look good on your resume.”
“Like the software vendor?”
He nodded. “What do you think?”
I thought about the interview I had coming up. “It’s interesting.” I tried to sound upbeat, but my words came out flat.
“You’re a young guy, but you are a digital native, and I think Standard needs someone like you to lead this. It would be a substantial pay increase plus you’d be eligible for a bonus.”
“We can discuss the details after the announcement this afternoon. Is this something you want to do?”
I thought for a moment, wondering if I should wait to agree to this after my interview, but I didn’t want to raise any suspicions. “Sure.”
Chad slumped back in his chair. His enthusiasm escaped him like a balloon losing air. “I was hoping for a little more excitement.” He smiled wanly.
“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.”
“I understand. It’s been crazy around here. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” That was his way of dismissing me. I sat in the comfy chair for a bit longer.
“I have a doctor’s appointment on Thursday morning, so I will be coming in a bit late.”
“No problem. Thanks for letting me know.” His eyes lingered on me for a moment just enough to make me begin to perspire. He returned his focus to the laptop on his desk and began typing. I stood up and left his office, relieved that I had put my excuse in place for Thursday.
Almost an hour later, an email from Mr. Rich popped into my inbox with a little exclamation point next to it declaring its importance as if Mr. Rich needed to highlight the importance of his emails. He rarely sent company-wide emails. The subject read, “The Path Forward Continues”. I rolled my eyes as I clicked it open.
I had expected more trite rah-rah encouragement from Mr. Rich before he got to the meat of the message that Chad mentioned in our meeting, but Mr. Rich uncharacteristically opened with a bang announcing that he was leaving the company because he had accomplished what he had come to do. He said that the Path Forward team had been a huge success and he thanked all of us for leading the company forward.
I stopped reading for a moment to absorb what he said. The company suddenly felt rudderless with Mr. Rich leaving. I had no personal connection with him; I’d only met him once, and I certainly didn’t feel any sadness about his impending absence, but it felt like the floor beneath me had suddenly become very shaky. Who would fill the void left by Mr. Rich and hold this organization together? Julie?
I continued reading. I tried to skim ahead to get the answer, but the jumble of words made no sense, so I paused to gather myself and start again, reading slowly to absorb the message. I think I audibly gasped as I read it. Chad would become the new CEO of Standard, the Executive team would be reorganized around products, and many of the existing executives were leaving the company, including Julie.
I sat back in my chair, stunned. I glanced at Julie’s dark office. I wanted to talk to her, understand why this was happening. She’d given me no warning this was coming. I couldn’t separate her from Standard, yet she was leaving the company, leaving me.
I finished the email where Mr. Rich mostly thanked a bunch of people I didn’t know. He didn’t say where he was going, and most importantly, he didn’t give any clues about what Julie was going to do now that she was leaving Standard. I deleted the email.
I had some more work to do for the software vendor, but I didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think. I looked at the last email I received from Julie. Her signature line included her cell phone number. I considered calling her cell phone. I even picked up the phone at my workstation and dialed the first three numbers of her line, but I changed my mind and hung up the phone. She didn’t owe me anything, not even an explanation. I desperately wanted one, but she didn’t owe it to me.
I thought about Chad’s offer to lead the online group. I wondered how much the pay increase would be, but I also wondered if it’d be worth it to work here without Julie. She was the only reason I came here and the only reason I stayed. The interview on Thursday represented a fork in the road for me. That would help me decide. Part of me wanted to leave now and put all of it behind me, but I thought of that night at Stratosphere, and I couldn’t let it go. I logged out of my computer and gathered my things to leave. I had to get out of the office. Maybe a few hours of Xbox would clear my mind.