I haven’t been to this particular room, or more like hall, since the Christmas party. And we all know how that went. Most of the year, this space is filled with cars on display, not that any employee would wander in here out of their own choice. But the second I pushed through the large double doors, I looked at Jessie wide eyes and a little panicky. Then, like two teenagers at their first gig, both of us said at the same time:
“Holy f**k!”
Since I started my internship at Vauxhall, I have been to more seminars, training sessions, talks and meetings than I can count. Yet they were never held in here, and the reason is simple: there were never so many people attending.
Holy hell, it looks like everyone in the building is congregated here. The rows of seating that have been arranged are
