⭐ THE URGENT MEETING- When Your Brain Becomes Your Worst Colleague
Image by AI Fear tastes like stale bread Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions : The Pink Mutiny , The Black Waters , Dream In Shackles The notification popped up on my screen at exactly 10:07 a.m. “Urgent: 1:1 Meeting – Today 4 PM.” Sent by Mr. Raymond Carter , Head of Operations. Not my supervisor. Not even my supervisor’s supervisor. But the man who practically ran the entire Sydney office. My stomach dropped so fast I felt the chair sink with me. I stared at the invite. No agenda. No description. No hint. Just the word urgent , sitting there like a ticking bomb. My supervisor, Daniel, was on leave since yesterday. He had flown to Fiji for a week-long holiday, leaving me with a cheerful “You’ll be fine, mate!” and a thumbs-up emoji. Fine? Mmmmm. Fine? My hands were already sweating. I clicked the invite again, hoping some hidden message would magically appear. Nothing. Just the cold, emotionless calendar block....
