Wednesday Training
Wednesday comes. The apprehension builds. I almost wish I were to visit the German woman... my therapist. At least I would know what to expect... pain and the unwelcome pleasure of being fanny f****d.
Just before leaving, the newest Senior Vice President of JWW Enterprises calls... Becky O’Brien... Ms. O’Brien.
“Begin cleaning out your office, Ryan. Finish by tomorrow morning and report to my new office on the Executive floor.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I find myself meekly replying.
I need not explain anything to those working under me. With the official announcement of Becky’s promotion came a more inconsequential yet stultifyng announcement... my demotion... my new role as defacto secretary.
At least I will be relatively well paid I counsel myself.
So I begin packing, occu
