“You’ve been doing a wonderful job for us, and we’d like to offer you a promotion.”
The memo on her desk did not state her name or who it was from, but Madeline appreciated the sentiment. She rather wished the document went into more details as to the nature of her advancement, but she would not complain. She would just keep doing what she was doing, because it seemed to be woking.
“I got a promotion today,” she told her partner, who improvised a quick celebration.
“Don’t lift a finger. Let me handle everything.”
An hour later, they were eating cake and frosting from two distinct piles, and they opened the bottle of wine they were given when they moved in together.
“Where are they putting you?”
She was already in a supervisory role. As the head of engineering, she really wasn’t sure what more she could be doing. “The next step up, I guess.”
She didn’t mention the promotion to her department. They performed a solid day’s work, and she was the orchestrator. She stayed late organizing invoices. By the time she was finished, Mr. Gerkin had already gone home.
“We haven’t discussed the details yet, but I’ll talk to my boss soon.”
“Don’t let them jerk you around like that. You go in tomorrow and you find out what’s going on.”
Mr. Gerkin looked surprised to see her when he came in and saw her in his office. She showed him the memo.
“Thank you for all your hard work. You’re the only one I can trust.”
“Who’s watching your department while you’re here?”
Madeline wasn’t sure. Mr. Gerkin gasped and jumped into the hall, now flooded in a thick black liquid. It continued to rise, over their heads.
“So, about my promotion…”