"When she asked for a raise for one of the young graphic designers on the team, I realized I had to set her straight"
“Mrs. Lederman?”
When Mr. Shine — known informally on the floor as the Boss, capital B — stepped into my office one morning, I was actually startled enough to spill my coffee.
The Boss never pays a visit to the cubicles of his junior employees — or even to us supervisors, slightly higher on the totem pole. If he wanted to speak to me, I’d get an email to come see him.
“Yes? Good morning, I mean, is everything okay?” I was babbling. Stop, Rifka. Chill. He’s just… well, the boss of this entire company, the one who pays your mortgage every month. I took a deep breath, mustered up a smile.
“Would you like to see where our current projects are holding?”
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