The monthly board meeting was looming, and I knew I’d have to decide what to include in my report.
The coffee incident was just one example of the undercurrents at play, but it felt significant.
The pressure was mounting.
Rumors of staff reassignments and funding changes were swirling.
Everyone was on edge.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a turning point.
But what did that mean for me?
The man with the connections seemed untouchable.
And yet, I couldn’t ignore the veteran’s silent plea, the quiet dignity in his posture.
What would happen if I spoke up?
Would it change anything?
Or would it just make things worse?
I spent the night before the meeting going over what I’d say, what I’d leave out.
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