Sydney was on cloud nine as time went on. Word had spread like wildfire of Jessica’s ‘misfortune’ and Damon’s promotion to VP. He’d assured her a few times that he was bringing her along, and that morning should have marked her day of moving up to the executive suite. It would mean a luxurious desk with a gorgeous view, a quiet setting and, of course, a sizable salary bump. Adding that with the haul of over $300k she’d gotten from the embezzlement and Sydney couldn’t have been happier.<br/><br/>Her purple Jimmy Choo’s clicked along the floor, matching her purple blouse with a modest black skirt. She just needed to pack her things up as today was moving day.<br/><br/>Curiosity came over her as she saw a different person sitting at her desk. All her items were already gone. Strange as she’d never heard of belongings being moved unless a person was unceremoniously fired and escorted out... but her security badge had still scanned green downstairs. Now some redhead sat at her desk, clicking away as if doing her job.<br/><br/>She saw Damon packing some boxes in his office and she breathed a momentary sigh of relief as she walked in, a smile on her pink painted lips. “Hey Damon... what gives with her?” she asked with a head nod out the door towards the redhead. She figured the girl must be the assistant for whoever was taking his office, just waiting for validation and the location of her new desk so she could go get settled in. Maybe Damon took it upon himself to move her things?<br/><br/>Her stomach gained a lump in it as she saw the expression on Damon’s face as he looked up. It was an uneasy look, one a person would give when about to deliver bad news.<br/><br/>“Syd... hey.. so yea, I just learned this morning of the news” he muttered, not even making eye contact with Sydney, another shit sign. “I’m still moving upstairs, but.. well, I guess they reassigned you to another director still around here. Must have thought you’d be more comfortable with those duties? I don’t really know - I was told, not asked, ya know?”<br/><br/>Sydney swallowed hard, cheeks red. She wanted to erupt and tell him everything she’d done for him to get that promotion, but she bit her tongue. It could have been worse. She still had a job and her nest egg. “Oh? Well that’s too bad, I loved working for you. Where am I assigned to now? I mean, my stuff...” she said, curious as to where she’d be sitting now, reporting to, all that.<br/><br/>Damon again looked uneasy. “Right... you’ve been assigned to, uh... Jessica” he said, knowing she would understand exactly who it was without hearing the last name. The knot in her stomach grew bigger. “I’m sorry, but I’m really swamped right now. We’ll catch up later” he said dismissively.<br/><br/>Sydney’s head felt numb as she walked out and past her old desk, looking down the corridor to where she knew Jessica’s office was. She was in a daze as she walked down. Did Jessica know? Did she orchestrate this? Or was it dumped on her? Maybe just a bad coincidence. If Jessica knew, FBI would be there, not pulling Sydney closer.<br/><br/>She saw the desk outside Jessica’s office, all her things already unpacked and neatly arranged. “Shit” she mumbled, frustrated and staving off an explosion as she walked to Jessica door, finding it slightly ajar. She knocked gently. “Uh, Jes-... Miss Gorman?” she muttered, beginning to walk in and see how this initial meeting would go. The tone would tell her everything.