the promotion

"thats ok Judy, maybe the next year for sure..."

"hey, the next year, this ones does not counts, k?..."

"yes Judy, the incoming one..."

"better luck next year Judy..."

"come on! Judy..."

"almost Jud, almost..."

"cheers my friend, this was not your year..."

"I know exactly how are you feeling, let me invite you to..."

"next year Judy, for sure..."

"next year... next year... next year... next year..."

muttered over and over again the disappointed figure of Judy Parlmine while her job partners passing by at her side (almost like a required but humillating support row) while puting their hands on her shoulder and trying to conffort her, some of them even hug her from several sides and some others try to look directly to her face while smiling to make her feel better, tough her eyes were lost looking only just the silhouette in the main part of the auditorium of the person she most hate in all the world, Leon Ferreira.
"why?..." - she asked to herself
"why him and not me? I have more years here than anyone... I have helped and even cared about for every single person in this room, from that whore of Cecil 'till this stupid bastard of... Leon, everyone here own me something... every single one of them... and thats how they paid me?"
Her face start to fill with repudiation and anger while squeezing the theet.
"I never need that promotion, what's wrong with this persons that call themselves my friends?, they never..."
"hey Jud!, emmm..." - interrumped a smiling and satisfied Leon while aproaching towards her

"no hard feelings, uh?" - softly giving her a friendly blow on her right arm.
The face of Leon Ferreira never look so stupid and pathetic as is looking now, though Judy to herself.
"thats ok, silly boy"
replied Judy with a shining and radiant smile as well, but while turning her back to return to her office and to her routinary job, she felt a hand over her shoulder while hearing a "you must understand, I didn't planned all this, you know, but... oh well... we're still friends, right Jud? we..."
the new promoted manager of the A.R.D. Central Coustumer Care - Section 12, coudn't finish that last question due to the pencil that was violently "inserted" from the frontal side of his neck, completly rending his throat, crossing his chin and slightly peeping in his right cheek. While looking how the dead body fell over her and with the amazed, silent and scared looking of all her mates, Judy Parlmine tried to slowly get away from the recient created blood pool in front of her, but only because she didn't want her new shoes got dirty or worse, stained; walking backwards she muttered:
"you never understood, right? you didn't... my friend"