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Hello! Could you please write your own four paragraph (5-6 sentences per paragraph) take away or reflection of the below information? Please complete in 24 hours if possible. Thank you!

Brad: Drinks after the last session?
Elizabeth: The whole gang?
Brad: Just me. Others flying back.
Elizabeth: OK. Hotel bar@7?
Brad: See u there.

Nothing happened that first night.
Yes, Brad had flirted, and Elizabeth
had flirted right back. They’d spent
two hours at the bar. But she knew
better than to take it further. He was
the CFO of their company, a software
start-up with about 75 employees.
She was its star salesperson. They
were at a conference, with industry
contacts all around, using expense
accounts. Maybe the flirting would
lead to something; maybe not. But if
it did, she wanted things to start right.

Ada: Ready for your big date?
Elizabeth: Nervous
Ada: Because he’s your boss? ;)
Elizabeth: He’s not! Just C-suite.
And super smart.

Ada: Not bad looking either…

It was true. Brad wasn’t her boss. He
led the finance team. She reported
to the head of sales, who reported
to the COO, and she and Brad rarely
interacted at work. They’d only
gotten to know each other in the
past couple of months, after she’d
been asked to present at a
few investor conferences,
repurposing the spiel she’d
successfully given to so many
customers. Still, when just a
few days after their drinks in
the hotel, he’d asked her out
on a “real date,” Elizabeth
initially demurred,
wondering if it was
a good idea. But
he’d assured her
they wouldn’t be
breaking any rules.
He didn’t evaluate
her or even set her pay. And given
her standing in the
company, they
were really more
like peers. He liked
her, respected her,
and wanted to get to
know her better. So
she’d said yes, and they’d
had a pretty amazing time together.

Brad: Fun night
Elizabeth: Maybe too much fun?
Brad: Never too much. Dinner
again Friday? The new Thai?
Elizabeth: OK, but let’s keep btwn
us for now?
Brad: Sure ;)

They managed to keep the fledgling
relationship secret for three weeks.
But then two colleagues spotted
them at a restaurant across town on a
Saturday night, and they were forced
to come clean. By Monday morning,
it seemed like everyone in the office
knew. There were whispers from
some of the women and what felt
like relentless, albeit good-natured,
teasing from the guys in sales.
“Hey, Lizzie, I thought you were
after customers, not coworkers!”
She hoped that would be the
extent of the fallout, but the next day
her boss pulled her aside.
“Look, Elizabeth, I like both you
and Brad, and what you do privately
is your business. But please keep
it out of the office. I don’t
want this to distract you
or, well, detract from your
reputation around here.”
Elizabeth’s embarrassment
quickly turned to frustration.
She sure hoped Brad was getting
the same lecture.

Ada: Girls night! Still busy w/ B?
Elizabeth: No.
Ada: ?
Elizabeth: Long story.

Ada: Tell me over wine! Sal’s@8


After two months of romantic dinner
dates, daily texts, and even a brief
meet-and-greet with her parents, she
and Brad had hit a lull. He claimed he
was busy with work, but it was the
middle of the quarter, with no major
management or board meetings
on the docket. He’d promised they
would meet for dinner after work
that Thursday, so she’d initially
declined Ada’s invitation. But when
she finished her last call for the
evening and stopped by his office,
she found it empty.
“Have you seen Brad?” she asked
one of the CPAs who happened to be
passing by.
He looked up at her, then down
at his shoes, cheeks suddenly pink.
“Er, I think he said he had, um, a lastminute
meeting, er, out of the office.”

His stammering made Elizabeth
suspicious. “Yeah,” she said casually,
“I was supposed to give him some
numbers beforehand. Do you know
who else was going?”
Now the young man looked
confused. “I think Claudia? They left
together.” Elizabeth forced a smile.
Claudia was the newest recruit to the
sales team—young, eager, pretty.
“Great, thanks.” She tried calling
and texting Brad, but he didn’t
answer. So she met Ada and the girls
for a bit and went home alone.

Brad: Sorry re yesterday. Work
emergency. Left phone in Uber.
Elizabeth: You couldn’t borrow a
phone? Or email?
Brad: Busy w/ board stuff.
Working all night.
Elizabeth: With Claudia?
Brad: We should talk.
Cafe@11?

Afterward, she
realized that
he’d chosen the
company café so
that she wouldn’t
make a scene. And
she didn’t—even when
he told her that he had
indeed been out with Claudia the
night before, and several times before
that. They couldn’t fight the “instant
connection,” he explained, and
because things were getting serious,
he had to stop seeing other people.
Elizabeth wondered if she was the
only one Brad was giving this speech
to that day. They’d never talked about
exclusivity, but she’d assumed…She
felt blindsided, hurt—and angry. But
she kept her cool.
“Obviously, I’m surprised and,
justifiably, upset,” she said in as even
a tone as she could muster. “Clearly,
this wasn’t what I thought it was, and
you aren’t who I thought you were, so
it’s probably best that it’s over.”

Brad smiled. “Thanks for
understanding, Lizzy. I knew you
would be a professional about this.”
After he left, she went into the
ladies’ room, closed herself in a stall,
and cried.

Ada: Come out tonight?
Elizabeth: Will just bring you down.
Ada: Still bad?
Elizabeth: Constant PDA.
Ada: Let me distract you!
Elizabeth: Thx but no. Burying
myself in work!

She could handle it, she thought, if
they would just stop flaunting their
relationship in front of her and
everyone else. She felt a brief rush
of vindication when she heard that
the newly appointed head of HR—
a seasoned executive brought
in to provide “adult
supervision” to the
growing start-up—
was instituting an
anti-fraternization
policy. But she
soon learned
that it applied
only to people with
reporting relationships,
and Brad and Claudia
would have been grandfathered
in regardless.

The CEO even seemed to reference
them at the all-staff meeting he’d
called to announce the new rules—
“Of course, we’re not trying to break
up any happy couples!”—which
prompted Brad and Claudia, seated together in the front row, to exchange
cutesy smiles. Elizabeth could feel
people watching her for a
reaction, some with concern,
most with schadenfreude-fueled
curiosity. She acted as if she hadn’t
seen anything, stared at her phone,
and pretended to respond to an
extremely urgent e-mail.

Elizabeth: Can I ask a favor?
Brad: ?
Elizabeth: Would you mind toning
it down w/C at the office?
Brad: Tone down what?
Elizabeth: You know what I mean.
Brad: Not sure I do. We’re trying
to stay out of your way. But you
have to get over this.

As Elizabeth walked into the
office the next morning, Claudia
intercepted her. “Do you have a
minute, Elizabeth?”
Had Brad said something to her
already?
“What is it?” Elizabeth said, in
a colder tone than she’d intended.
Claudia bristled.
“I just wanted to let you know that
the executive team has asked me to
come to the investor conference
in New York next week. They
want me to watch you give
your presentation.” She paused.
“And you should probably
hear this from me first:
Brad and I are engaged.”
Elizabeth felt like the
wind had been knocked
out of her. This was them
“staying out of her way”?
“Oh,” she said, trying to marshal
her emotions. Unfortunately, it didn’t
work. “Well,” she added, sounding
even icier than before, “I wish you
both the very best of luck. You seem
just perfect together.”
She gave herself a few minutes
to collect herself and then tracked
down her boss, who was working in an empty conference room. “Claudia
mentioned that she’s going to New
York, too,” she said. “Does it really
make sense for both of us to be there
when we still have work to do to hit
our numbers for the month? It’s an
investor conference, not a sales event.”
Her boss looked at her pointedly
and told her to close the door.
“Sometimes investors can become
customers or lead us to new ones, as
you well know, Elizabeth,” he said.
“But the main reason management
wants Claudia there is so she can
see what you do up on stage. If we
groom her to do it, I’ll have more
of your time, which, between you
and me, is a much better allocation
of resources.” He lowered his voice.
“Honestly, if you could get past the,
uh, personal situation here, you’d be
a great mentor for her.”
Elizabeth couldn’t believe it. Of
course, she was trying to get past
it. But sending her on a business
trip with her ex-boyfriend and
his fiancée and asking her to
mentor the woman so that she
could take over a high-visibility
role that Elizabeth herself had
created? That was too much.

Elizabeth: I might need
to quit.
Ada: You love your job!
You’re great at it! You make
so much $$!
Elizabeth: Don’t love it anymore.
Ada: You can’t let B&C ruin your life.
Elizabeth: Then I can’t see them
every day...

Elizabeth got calls from headhunters
all the time, but she’d always ignored
them. She did love her job, most of
her colleagues, her company, and its entrepreneurial culture. She
was a top performer at one of
the industry’s most talked-about
start-ups, the heir apparent to
her boss, and perhaps an eventual
contender for the C-suite.
Ada was right about her
compensation, too: With salary,
bonuses, and stock options (which
still had a year to vest), her package
was sort of insane. She couldn’t
leave. But after everything with Brad,
making a clean break was looking
more and more appealing.
A recruiter had contacted her
just the week before about a role
at a Fortune 500 company—a big,
impersonal organization where no
one knew or cared about anyone
else’s love life. But that position
would be a lateral move, with less
autonomy and financial upside.
Other start-ups reached out, almost
daily, but she wasn’t sure she was
up for taking that sort of gamble on
another small company.
Another option was transferring:
The executive committee had just
decided to open a London office, and
the new European sales manager
was looking for a number two. But
that would mean taking a step back
in her career and moving away from
friends and family—and she’d still
have to occasionally deal with Brad
and Claudia.
Should she, could she, just suck it
up? Or was it time to move on?

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