Christabel had worked with Echelon Awards, a subsidiary of Echelon group of companies, particularly saddled with the responsibility of celebrating artists in different categories for their outstanding works in cash prizes, plaques and recommendations. She personally would be amongst those who signed for approval the creation of the plaques every year the event holds, the documentation for the cash disbursement is primarily her assignment detailing how much is being released for the purpose of the awards-Logistics, Curations, Financing and more were in her purview of approval as Director of Operations at the Echelon Awards.
Watching these figures get disbursed every year gradually broke something in her even she did not know about. Taking home a six-figure salary every month, one would imagine such a thing should not even be thought about by her but it was, every year she penned her signature to one document or the other pertaining to the award.
A few weeks into one of those years, caught up in the activity of signing awards for writers and artists she believed she could do better than and take the awards for doing basically next to nothing compared to the work she does for her own paychecks as an operations executive, she snaps.
Marching to Harry Hutchinson, the Vice President of Echelon Awards, a tall, bearded and boldly framed forty eight year old man, she knocks on the tempered glass door twice pulling Mr. Hutchinson out of his headspace which he had gotten into for the purpose of getting through the work he has piled on his table to do.
Looking up to the door, he sees on the other side of the door and without further hesitation, he waves at her to enter in. Mr. Hutchinson could see from her gait as she walks in that there was something wrong and he was prepared to get to the bottom of it as he could not have a sensitive staff such as an operations manager saddled with whatever the issue may be.
"Please have your seat," Mr. Hutchinson says as soon as Christabel enters his office, his head still down on his computer working.
"Thank you very much sir," Christabel replies as she eases herself into one of the two chairs before Mr. Hutchinson.
"You're welcome," Mr....