Office Politics; You’re In, You’re Out Or You Take What’s Yours.
Day 123 of The Andie Chronicles
Perhaps I had spent too long crying in my office. Or it was the way I had moved through the office with fog-like vision. Whatever my reason, it took until today before I realised Douglas’ floor had three meeting rooms.
The first two were large and important, with twenty-seater ornate oak tables occupying the centre. They were right by Douglas’ office, co…