Maria’s staff was holding together well, optimistic to the end. Heads held high, they continued their work as per normal. Today was D-day. Except for a select few, no one knew what the board’s decision would be. They held the fate of all the employees working at Lord’s in their hands.
Although a well-known name, their product had taken a nose-dive with the advent of the latest upcoming “upstart” as her boss called Fjord’s.
Maria had to give their advertising department credit. Although pandering to the younger market with trendy new and promising motivational speaches had managed to steal away several of Lord’s top accounts. “Reach the Unreachable” was their motto.
Lord’s catered to the experienced seasoned climbers, those with chutzpah and panache who climbed some of the noblest of peaks and conditions considered unscalable.
The marketplace had grown exponentially over the last 10 years but was currently experiencing a down-turn no one could explain therefore the market place was smaller.
All heads turned expectantly when her boss walked through the door. No one was more surprised than she at witnessing his companion. A hush fell over the entire group for standing beside her boss was none other than Damian Ranguild, head of the advertising department of the “upstart” company and bain of their existence.
As eye-candy went, he was luscious. Some women smiled coyly but his eyes continued to scan the room until his eyes met hers. She wasn’t sure whether to walk to greet him or make him suffer the walk of shame to her desk. Maria waited. Her boss’s face was flushed and he huffed and puffed behind the long ranging gate that was Ranguild.
Interesting, she thought. Standing she held out a hand. Instead of shaking hers, he held on firmly and kissed her fingertips. If he meant to surprise her, he succeeded. A knowing smile lit his face.