After the meeting with Jennifer, n3m0 knew he was in trouble. Since he wasn’t able to find anything good on the job sites he had tried to work harder and be more pleasant around the office.
This new routine lasted a week. When n3m0 learned that Jennifer had promised Mark that no one would be fired as a result of the acquisition, he figured he was in the clear.
In another week n3m0 was back to his old self again. Jennifer was standing in front of his desk, but this time she wasn’t smiling.
“Welcome aboard,” she said in a voice devoid of emotion, n3m0 was handed a blue envelope with Beateval’s logo on the cover.
“Thank you mam,” n3m0 sounded almost perky. I have you strapped around my finger.
n3m0 let the envelope lie on his desk, the others had opened theirs, he could see them reading the documents inside and later signing them. Probably employment contracts. As long as n3m0 still had a job he didn’t care about the specifics of the contract. Helpdesk is still helpdesk.
Mark walked in to the office. “Hello team! Your desks at Beateval will be ready in two weeks, Jennifer wants you to move in asap.” He faced Thomas. “I guess congratulations are in order.”
Thomas had a smug smile, “thank you sir.”
“Good luck in the future, all of you,” before he left the cubicle farm he made eye contact with n3m0 and shook his head.
n3m0 wasn’t the only one interested in what Mark had been talking about.
“I’ve been promoted,” Thomas said proudly, “at Beateval I’ll be team leader for this unit.” n3m0’s jaw dropped, what the?
“Jennifer also said she might put me in charge of other departments at Beateval.”
“We’ll still make you get the coffee,” Simon joked.
“One more word like that and I’ll make you my assistant and you’ll be making coffee.”
“Seriously what did she see in you that you’ve hidden so well from us?” Jack laughed.
Amen, thought n3m0.
“Mostly my people skills, but lets face it, we all know I’m brilliant on every level. Remember I’m you’re boss now so you’ll have to agree with me. I’ll be expecting some serious ass kissing.” Then he let loose that laugh n3m0 had come to hate so much.
Unbelievable, if they made Thomas a manager they damn well better have made me CEO, n3m0 ripped open his envelope and started reading. He felt a chill through his body. n3m0 could picture Jennifer dressed up in a yellow suit with a crazed look, jumping around with a katana in her hands and lopping his paycheck in half.
n3m0 reread the contract and was overwhelmed by a feeling of defeat.
[tags]security, stories, fiction, insider threat, disgruntled employee[/tags]