(The real art to linguistics is not to know what to say, but knowing when to remain quiet. That is my Daily Post.)
“Evans!” Mr. Flaxton screamed as he burst out his office door and into his department made up of 21 cubicles. “You cost the company millions!”
Everyone stood and gaped. Mr. Flaxton was known for his no nonsense approach to management, but never had he lost his temper like this time.
Wilson whispered to Parker, “This must be big.”
Anderson whispered to Miller, “I wouldn’t want to be Evans.”
Everyone trembled as Mr. Flaxton stomped with red face, clenched fist, and gnashed teeth toward Evans who stood like shivering dog on a cold day.
“Who ever hired you?” Flaxton said standing at Evans’ cubicle. Flaxton looked around, all eyes were fixed on him. It was time for him to wield his authority in such a way mistakes like that of Evans’ will never occur again. “Pure incompetence, I checked your files, you never touched the Brueger account. I got a call from Brueger’s CEO today and had to cover for you, Evans; that will never happen again. I’m demoting you back to level two. We have interns who perform more competent work. You have completely embarrassed this corporation, me, this department, and least of all yourself.” Flaxton pursed his lips tightly. “Well just don’t stand there; what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I never worked on the Brueger account,” Evans said. “I think you handed that off to Harper.” Evans nodded toward Harper’s cubicle next to his.
Flaxton scowled at Harper and moved to his cubicle.
“I finished the Brueger account last week,” Harper said. “Remember you said you wanted to review the figures and you’d send it on to Brueger yourself. I sent you nearly a half dozen messages asking about it.”
Flaxton looked around the department. Everyone was motionless. “I think what we have here is a teachable moment.”