When n3m0 came to work on Thursday he thought for a moment that he was there before Thomas. That’s a first. Then he found out that Thomas had in fact been there for quite some time and was having a meeting with Jennifer.
The last few days had been very slow, and n3m0 had managed to put together a résumé. The result didn’t sound very impressive, but n3m0 couldn’t tell what was wrong with it.
Thomas was walking toward him. “You’re up.”
“I’m what?” n3m0 asked annoyingly.
“It’s your turn, a little ‘one on one’ with Jennifer.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Jennifer is informing us about her company and wants to talk to each one of us.” Thomas informed.
“What’s the verdict?” n3m0 asked.
“Actually there won’t be much change, though Beateval seems to have a much stricter dress code than we do.” Thomas smiled, looking at n3m0’s t-shirt which had a picture from the 8-bit version of Donkey Kong on it.
“Dress code!?” n3m0 exploded, “we answer the freaking phone!”
“Well we’ve had some bosses here to show our facilities to customers.”
“Bosses? The only time we get executives down here are when their secretaries are on vacation and they get lost on their way to the bathroom.”
Thomas seemed shocked, “Mark was here the other day.”
Are you for real? “Oh, silly me, we got a top shot to visit us when he was shutting down the department.”
“Actually merge our dep…” Thomas tried.
“But can you imagine I forgot to bask in his executive aura. I’m told it’s quite majestic!” n3m0 wondered if Thomas understood sarcasm.
“Excuse me, are you ready,” someone asked.
“WHAT?” n3m0 turned to see Jennifer with a disapproving look on her face.
“Yeah, I’m coming,” n3m0 said to her breasts. She turned and walked towards the meeting room.
As n3m0 followed her Thomas called to him. “Hey it’s not that bad really.” Then he made a thumbs up sign and mouthed. “Good luck”. n3m0 considered giving him the birdie just to see his reaction, but he contained himself. Instead he raised his thumb.
Jennifer had been talking for some time, n3m0 wasn’t listening as much as watching her. She leaned over the table and pointed to a chart. After a while she fell silent. n3m0 looked up from her cleavage and met her eyes, they were hard and cold.
“Are you listening?,” she asked with a sharp tone, changing position so she was sitting up more straight.
“Yes, of course, you were saying I was the top performer in this department,” n3m0 tried a smile, it wasn’t returned.
“I said nothing of the sort,” Jennifer continued in a cold voice.
“But,” n3m0 said pointing at the chart while stealing a glance at her breasts. Jennifer stood up.
“What I said was that you work fast, unfortunately we value customer satisfaction higher than speed.”
Ain’t this going swell, n3m0 was focusing hard to look at her face. He didn’t know if he should stand up too or remain seated. n3m0 tried to remain quite for the remainder of the interview, only opening his mouth to answer her direct questions. At the end her voice wasn’t as cold as it had been, which n3m0 guessed was a good thing. When he was leaving the room she called after him. “Good luck with your application then.”
“Application?” n3m0 was confused.
“For the job, do you have a résumé?”
“For what job?”
“A job at Beateval, wasn’t that obvious?” n3m0 could have sworn Jennifer was amused.
“Wait, you mean I have to apply for my own job?”
“No, your current job won’t exist anymore. As the help desk resource is transferred to us from Exibice your employment with them will end.” Jennifer smiled for the first time since n3m0 had entered the room. “You are of course free to submit your résumé to see what Beateval has to offer. If you have a résumé that is?”
“Yes,” n3m0 said, the word didn’t come out much louder than a whisper.
“Excellent, good luck then. Will you please send in Simon.”
Shit, shit, shit, n3m0 cursed his bad luck.
[tags]security, stories, fiction, insider threat, disgruntled employee[/tags]