The Gertrude Trials
Another day at the office, another day of humiliation.
Nick is a leader, not a follower. He doesn't like being told what to do, and he especially doesn't like having to pretend like he does. But at job is a job, and if he means to make true his dreams at the Silicon Valley, he will have to swallow some hard pills. As he makes his way down the hall with a medium soy latte with two sugars, he ponders how much trouble he would get in if he threw it in his boss' face.
No, that is not an option right now. He needs this job.
He peeks into the room, finding his boss angrily shouting over the phone.
"Well, that's their fault, not mine!," the man yells, the veins in his forehead bulging, highlighted by his profuse sweating. "That's what terms and conditions are for!"
The man finally notices Nick's presence, pointing at a vacant spot on the busy table meant for his coffee.
"I understand, sir," the boss leans on his chair, spitefully shrugging. Nick steps back, awaiting further instructions. "The development team just sent it to me. It is ambitious, but it might work. I am reviewing it and I'll send it to you shortly."
This peaks Nick's attention. Ambitious?
The man gets up from his chair, pointing with his finger for Nick to stay put as he leaves the office.
