The following Monday, I arrived at work early, hoping to make some headway on the tasks that had been piling up. The office was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning.
I buried myself in work, the hours slipping by unnoticed until a sudden commotion pulled me back to reality.
“What’s going on?” I asked Maria as she passed by my desk.
“Trouble in paradise,” she replied with a wry smile, nodding toward the meeting room where my supervisor was locked in a heated discussion with another manager.
I watched from a distance, curiosity piqued but wary of getting involved.
As the argument escalated, it became clear that whatever was happening was serious. My supervisor’s face was flushed, their gestures sharp and angry.
Eventually, the meeting room door slammed open, and they stormed out, their expression a mask of barely contained rage.
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