60. A Formal No Big Deal

This one feels right.

Image: my Ward

Got to work early again. Didn’t stop for a coffee en route.

10:12, boss appeared beside my desk, “Can we chat when you’ve got a moment?”

“Absolutely. I’m free right now?”

He pointed to his office, then walked off. I followed him in. He closed the door.

“That report you sent over was excellent. Really sharp thinking.”

I said, “Thanks, glad it was what you were looking for.”

He chuckled politely, like I’d told a joke.

“It’s more than that, you’re incredible. A superstar. We’ve got a new project kicking off, and I think you’d be the perfect person to lead it. Interested?”

Poker face. Told him I’d be happy to have a look.

He sat back and looked at his screen. Clicked his mouse with force.

Is that good or bad? He stood quickly. I followed. Then we shook hands like we’d agreed on something.

“One last thing. What happened on Friday?”

Poker face. Told him I had a little cold. Nothing serious.

“All better now?”

“Fighting fit!” I did a little shadow punch and Ali shuffle.

“Good stuff. Just let someone know next time.”

Back at my desk, a calendar invite pinged into my inbox: “Project Awesome Lead: Jolon Fairweather.”

Reread it. And again. Replied to accept formally.

Went to get that coffee.

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When I got home, I didn’t turn on the lights right away. The flat was unchanged. I wasn’t.

It’s no big deal, I know. Still got into bed with my shoes on.

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