Promotion day arrived without the bouquet and special morning tea associated with Emma’s training room departure, Supervisor Tony entering the corridor as she stood in front of her locker debating whether to retrieve her uniform or seek him out. Apart from mentioning an end of the month move weeks earlier, Tony had said nothing since about an exact date.
‘Morning, Tony. I assume you’re here to escort me upstairs?’
‘Not exactly. Shall we adjourn to the courtyard? There’s plenty of time for a chat before the front doors open.’
‘Fine by me.’ Still puzzled – Tony could have had a chat with her at any time during the previous week – Emma hurried after him. The courtyard was empty, but Tony strode into the street rather than take a seat in front of the vertical garden, stopping halfway down f
