Sonia's legs - Chapter 1: The Meeting (Part 6) At 9:50 I entered the so-called Red Room, whose name was derived from the color of the chairs, with the laptop on which I had loaded up my work and briefing documents on the offending submission.
were already two systems, Sonia, two other colleagues in the Research and Development and the director of marketing. Sonia chatted quietly with his two colleagues, and this was a relief for me, because I was afraid to haunt began even before the meeting. I do not even cast a glance, and it was understandable behavior, especially if he thought I should have covered.
I actually had not decided anything yet. I was waiting to see how the meeting would go, and honestly I preferred not to work at the design studio where she worked her cousin Sonia, waiting for another opportunity satisfactory, rather than fight with Tanya if I lost my current job. At 10:01
Katya entered the Red Room. Katya was the vice president's office who had organized the meeting. She was a woman of 39 years, rich and blackberry, with a dark complexion and features almost Caribbean. He was very charming, confident and she was said to be a good leader, one of those people that saves you when to get in, but that does not spare even the reward employees when they deserve it.
wore an elegant dark blue suit with a flashy but simple red shirt to match the neckline to the tip that fits. A nice pair of shoes, definitely expensive, a bright red, stiletto-heeled twelve metal.
"I will be brief," he began without even giving us time to sit, "you all know why we are here. Now I leave this room and will return in ten minutes. If you can you tell me who failed to make quick, otherwise I'll have to do myself some questions and, if not thrown out the guilty, I'll have to start a business survey with external consultants, which will affect further on rewards, already endangered by this small misunderstanding, "and the child was very ironic.
"No need," he continued, "that you remember as a research enterprise with external consultants also means loss of time, which will result in requests for unpaid overtime and then jump off the risk that other problems that no one it is still prudent. I trust your common sense. "
smiled, turned on his heels and walked out the door, closing it gently.
For ten minutes we all looked into his eyes. It was evident that each had his own idea of \u200b\u200bwho had combined the trouble, and above all the certainty of not having committed any error. All except Sonia, which, however, concealed safety, probably relying on the help that I had requested. The general silence was due to the fact that anyone would be considered obnoxious to point the finger at someone, but then the risk of having to admit that was wrong with the risk of spoiling relations with colleagues from a different department with which you had to work, however, often side by side .
Katya returned exactly ten minutes after coming out, and always with great calm, stood at the door simply ask: "Does anyone have something to say? If so good, otherwise I expect them all out except the two systems. "
few seconds of silence and Katya smiled, making mention of exit.
While we were waiting outside the door we just have a look 'without saying anything. The Olympian calm of Katya in fact there had displaced, leaving a bit 'worried.
When fifteen minutes later the door opened, we looked for some answers in the looks of the two systems, which we did but 'it clear that he had not moved anything. Katya came to the door, "said the director of marketing you could go, and brought me and Sonia. We sat with Katya
sitting at the head, I on his right and Sonia in front of me, on his left. We looked for a while ', remaining silent as his gaze swung to the right and left. Every now and then gave look at the sheets he kept in a folder and then resume watching us.
I, honestly, I was still undecided about what to do, and I looked puzzled but not insecure. Sonia seemed to be holding the same plot, displaying a smile every time I look Sonia rested on her. When Katya
closed the folder looked at me and said calmly: "So ... from what I have seen the systems, the question could be very simple. At 16:09 on Wednesday, Sonia made the last data backup on the server, and data are correct. This clearly follows from three assumptions: the first is that you have taken the data before quell'orario and you asked Sonia to confirm that the data were right. And in this case the injury was his fault, if you had said yes before checking that the data stored in the database were actually the correct ones. The second hypothesis is that before you take the data and then you asked for confirmation to Sonia. She will be answered in the affirmative, however, not knowing that the data they had collected before the last save. In this case the mistake was yours. The third is that you messed up and both systems were drunk. "
also remained very calm as he explained this, as if it were a problem at all.
I kept my eyes fixed on her, while the corner of my eye I noticed that Sonia looked at me almost pleading, controlling in turn the corner of the eye that is not the same watching Katya.
