She walked into the manager’s office. Surely, she’d done something wrong.
Why else would she be here?
“Take a seat,” said the manager.
His gaze was mysterious. She could not read him.
“You’ve been with us a while,” he said.
“Seven years,” she said.
“You’ve put in a lot of hours,” he said.
“Sixty a week,” she said.
“The head of your department is stepping down,” he said,
“you should consider applying.”
She shrunk back.
“Me?” she said.
“Yes,” he said, “we appreciate the work you’ve put in.”
She hadn’t thought of herself as management material, but the moment he said it, it just made sense.
“Thank you. I will,” she said.
Manager: it had a nice ring to it.