I still couldn't believe that a single meeting had transformed the usually relaxed atmosphere of Bolster into a state of mayhem.
It was finally happening this week, and I couldn't wait for it to be over. As a common folk who had nothing to gain from the Fall meeting, I only hoped for it to pass by quickly so that the company could finally return to normal. Little did I know that what I thought was an insignificant appeal for hope would soon turn into an outcry of despair, for at this point I had no idea of what was to come on the day of the meeting.
This Monday brought forth more chaos than in the previous weeks as the highly anticipated Fall meeting drew closer. Everyone was crunching goals and deadlines. The bottom-people were not spared a tiny second for a water break as the higher-up
