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By Kaiko-chan · Posted
True, just like how Jimmy would have eventually been brought in too even if David hadn't sold him out. -
By Kaiko-chan · Posted
Don't worry daddy Gordon, I have a feeling that arrangements have already been made for you and your little girl. I'm enjoying this story. It feels pretty real compared to many I've read -
LOVE IT!!!!!!!! Another excellent addition that always has me begging for more. Can't wait to see what comes next -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
12. Exit Interview The next day was just a little awkward. Carter had fallen asleep in front of the TV, so I draped a blanket over her and made sure that the cushions were positioned to keep her comfortable as she slowly progressed towards a lying posture. She’d already been gone when I woke in the morning, and I hoped that she wouldn’t regret that evening when we spoke later in the day. Coming into the office there was drama almost immediately, and thankfully it was nothing to do with ‘Daddy’. Noel and Jessop were arguing in the lobby; some kind of power struggle as the two newcomers to the third floor tried to work out who had the authority. On paper Jessop had to sign off on everything, but it was pretty clear that Noel was no stranger to throwing her weight around and wasn’t going to take orders she didn’t like. She said that she had the company’s best interests at heart, which was always a good negotiating chip here. I sighed and moved past them, trying not to catch the attention of either. I was also under Jessop’s authority, and I would have to rely on him to assign projects to me for the rest of the week… Which wasn’t such a big deal, as I didn’t think it would be appropriate to pick up anything new at this stage anyway. But I still had so much to sort out before I left, and I didn’t know if I’d left myself enough time. I didn’t want to run into Noel either; we were in the same position, people who would otherwise have been trusted to pick our own projects and solicit support from other team members. But after hearing that she wanted Carter to be a cookie-cutter businesswoman rather than her own person, I already didn’t like Noel. And I didn’t want to get into an argument in reception like that when I was so close to a major upheaval. I had so much to do today. Sure, there was still a weekend; but nobody expected to get work done at the weekend. So today would be devoted to finding people I trusted to hand off all my projects to; making sure that I had people the clients would trust, as well as being sure they were competent to do the jobs right. It was probably one of the most important jobs I’d done, because if I didn’t get this right I would be letting down all the people who had put their trust in me. And I couldn’t focus on the job. Because with the chaos of the last week, somehow I hadn’t gotten around to telling a couple of important people about my reassignment. I didn’t know if Jessop would already have been notified; surely he should have been? But there was no reason that anyone in HR would have told Carter, and it was her response that worried me the most. Would she think that I’d been keeping this from her, or that I was somehow deserting her if we weren’t working in the same office? I’d been unsure if I should ask her to move with me, but I was pretty confident now that I’d left it too late to request her transfer. And that would only have raised more questions with HR; which I couldn’t answer until I understood a lot more about what our relationship actually was. I could only tell her, and promise that I would be there for her even if I wasn’t physically here in the building. That she could call me any time, and that she was always welcome at my place regardless of where we were working. I needed to do all the work stuff, but Carter was always at the forefront of my mind; and I found myself watching out for her all day. Some time around noon, I decided that I was going to go looking for her. I could ask someone with admin responsibilities to check where she was in the building; which I knew would only fuel the rumours, but I couldn’t go any longer without telling her the truth. I took a deep breath, told myself that I was only being responsible, and walked out of my office. Straight into Jessop. He had his hand raised as if he were about to knock on my door. Well, I guessed that I could deal with him first. “Gordon,” he said, putting on a broad smile. “Or would you prefer Mr Cain?” I sighed, and all the nervousness shattered. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. And I could see he wasn’t pleased with that, but of course he’d only ever seen my name on paper. “Other way around,” I said, remaining as serious as I could. “Cain, or Mr Gordon. It’s not a common name, but it’s mine. And you can use whichever you prefer.” “Well then,” he blustered, shuffling his feet on the spot. And with a flash of insight, I realised that was one of the questions you might see in those dumb Management-for-Beginners books. Ask employees if they’re okay with their first name or something, and the ones who demand an honorific are the ones who might be a problem. He was nervous, and I wasn’t sure if that was good for me or not, but I also knew that he was trying to present an impression of experience that he didn’t really have, and I knew that would make the whole conversation easier to steer. “Well?” I said. “Would you like to come in?” “Yes, thank you,” he said, and followed me into the office before he could even think about what he’d intended to say. “Of course, I don’t need to thank you. In fact, I was planning to inquire as to why you have a personal office. It seems that Gabby hasn’t been assigned one.” “It’s not private,” I said. “As you can see, there are three desks in here. Anyone on the hotdesking system can use them, and I think most people know that. It’s generally more convenient for people working on the same project to sit near each other. I requested this desk assignment last year, and it was approved, so I have a personal desk. Of course, I don’t have a cubicle or anything like that, but I wouldn’t object to anyone else sitting there so long as they’re not being disruptive. It’s just easier for most people to be in here when they’re on my projects, or out there near their collaborators when they’re working on something else.” “I see,” he huffed. “Well, I might have to withdraw your desk assignment. I think that separating yourself from the rest of the team gives the impression that you hold a management role, which of course–” “Oh, certainly,” I said. “I thought you were already dealing with that. That’s your job isn’t it, project assignments and resource allocation? I’m a little surprised that you haven’t already updated the records.” And in that moment, the look of confusion on his face was priceless. I knew I should probably have been a little kinder, but it had only taken a couple of days for me to realise that Jessop was a self-centred jobsworth who would do whatever it took to make it clear to everyone else here that he was the boss; and it was somehow a little freeing to put him off-balance like that. “I’m ready to move out this weekend,” I followed up before he could form a question. “I trust that’s okay with you? But I’ve still got a couple of projects that need new team leaders, and it’s been pushed to the last minute because you need to sign off on that. Shimatoyō-san, for example; he needs someone who’s willing to call in for conference calls at quite unusual hours. I was going to ask Miranda Hagen to take that one, but I’m not sure if–” “Gabby can handle it,” he snapped firmly. Anything to show that he was the one making the decisions. “Why do you need to transfer clients? Bitten off more than you can chew? I don’t think going back to an open plan office would stop you from–” “Oh, didn’t they tell you? I thought you would have been in the loop. I’m being promoted over to Legal & Process, in the Keppler Building. It’s not a client-facing role, so I’m passing off all the projects that I can trust anybody else with. You think Noel is the best candidate for this one?” “Of course!” he answered, trying to at least be certain about something to mask his confusion. He was pretty transparent, though. He’d thought he could take my office on the pretence of making me claim whatever desk was available like everyone else. He’d wanted to prove that I wasn’t the one in charge here, but I was sure he’d also looked at the quarterly balance sheets, and he knew that I was responsible for a significant portion of the revenue in this building. If my clients were disappointed with the change, the responsibility would all be on his shoulders. “Splendid,” I said with a smile. “I’ll probably see you at the picnic on Monday, of course. I wouldn’t miss that for the world. But there’s a few other clients I haven’t been able to hand over yet. Would it be okay if I send you an email with the project codes? It’s great having a named person in charge here, streamlines the transfer process so much. I’m glad to see that the division is in good hands.” It was amazing how quickly he agreed to help. I was glad he wouldn’t have that much authority over me in the future; he seemed pretty willing to take the easy option. But I could guess already that he would probably spend of much time as he could out of the office, delegating all his work. It wasn’t something I needed to worry about. He agreed to find someone to take over some of my lower-priority clients, which was a whole load off my mind. I wasn’t too happy about Noel taking over Shimatoyō’s account, but I thought that she would probably do well enough; and if not, it wouldn’t be seen as my failure. I did tell him that Carter was a good worker. I probably wouldn’t be able to bring her to my new department, so I wanted to make sure that at least one of the more influential staff in this building had some respect for her. Whatever happened, I had done my best. And then the most important task before I could move to the new office was the same one I couldn’t stop thinking about. I had to tell Carter herself that I wouldn’t be there anymore; but I looked around most of the office spaces in the building without seeing any sign of her. Was she taking a sick day, or working from home? I knew that there was nothing I could do about it, and it was none of my business in any case; I could only hope that it wasn’t me who had pushed her away. I would tell her over the weekend, if she was here. Or I could still hope that she would be at my house this evening. Whenever it happened, I knew I would have to tell her the truth; and hope that it wasn’t such a big deal. If all else failed, I might even end up telling her at the picnic. I hoped it wouldn’t come to that, because that was way beyond the last minute. But there wasn’t anything else I could do about it now. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
So, my weekend plans got pretty well wrecked. I did get some diaper time on Saturday, after getting most of my stuff done. I had a Depends for sleep and woke up dry. Peed in it and leaked a little bit. Put on a Purrfect Cafe after, then wet it once and filled it. Wasn't as safe as I thought it would be, but it could have been much worse, at least until about two hours before her shift was over, when my relief told me she couldn't finish due to her legs being in intense pain. I wore a Threaded Armor Space Oddity brief for those two hours, church, and sleep. I kind of had a feeling that I was coming in tonight. It was confirmed as I was walking out the door to come out here anyway. No padding at the moment.
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