Wilson must have sensed the despair as he passed my open office door. He stepped inside and took in the sight of me sitting behind my desk, massaging my temples.
“You look awful,” he said.
“Funny, I feel worse,” I said.
He hesitated like he was debating whether it was worth turning this into a full visit. After a few seconds he closed the door and sat down across from me.
The meeting took place in the big conference room, the one down the hall from the offices and cubicle farms. The one used for the important stuff. Big meetings with big decision makers.
There was a buzz of anticipation, lots of discussing what this was all about. The department heads and team leaders were all here, seated around the long rectangular table. The chair at the head of the table was empty.