Sandy walked into the room and stopped short. “What is the meaning of this?” she asked, angrily, as she looked around the room. Everyone stopped short and looked at her, nobody spoke.
“James, you’re supposed to be in the office going over the books for the Santos meeting,” she glanced at her watch, “in two hours! Andrea, I thought you were going to Franco’s to get supplies. Lindsay you’re supposed to be in the cafeteria supervising... All of you are supposed to be doing something elsewhere! Is this what happens when I come in late?! You all goof off because you know you can?”
They all just stood there, still quiet, still staring.
“Fine!” she finally said, “You do what you want! I’ll carry this whole company by myself! I started it, I can do it alone again! I thought you all cared, I thought you were my friends as well as employees but, I don’t need you! I don’t need any of you!” Tears started welling up in her eyes as she stood there, so she turned to rush out before she embarrassed herself by crying. Suddenly Andrea called out behind her, “Sandy! Wait!”
Breathing deeply to regain her composure, she finally turned, “What?” she said, coldly.
“Happy Birthday!” they all yelled. James holding a cake she hadn’t noticed, Andrea with tape and streamers in hand. All the others with dishes and forks, napkins and drinks, all the quickie party requirements, and a gift box.
“I told you she was working so hard she wouldn’t remember it was her birthday,” Andrea said, dryly.