Heading down the highway I’m in deep thought about the upcoming meeting. It is an important meeting with a potential customer for Bella’s Web Design. Bella, my boss, has made it very clear that getting this customer to sign on would prevent looming financial disaster.
I am thankful traffic is moving along at a crisp pace. I don’t usually take this route to work and I suspect that this is unusual for this time of the morning rush.
Damn, I think I jinxed it. Brake lights flicker ahead. “Oh my God!” I exclaim as I suddenly cram on the brakes as everyone tries to go from 65 to 0 in a split second.
Well, everyone except the car behind me – that is. Said car slams into my rear and I slam into my steering wheel. “That’s gonna leave a mark!” I think to myself.
I exit the vehicle to confront the other driver, while silently letting off a string of expletives. I’m thinking it is probably someone who was paying more attention to their smart phone than to traffic.
And then I see who it is, my boss Bella.
“Bella, what are you doing here? Don’t you usually take 75 to work?” Of all the bad luck, to have just been rammed by my boss while I’m on my way to sign on an important new customer.
Bella is in tears as she explains that she thought she should attend the meeting with me. “I was just setting up my cell so that I could recite a text to you to forewarn you that I would be there,” she’s telling me. “Then when I looked up it was too late to stop. Oh my God, what are we going to do? Neither of us can make it to the meeting now.”
I’m thinking quick, trying to come up with a solution. “Bella, my car may still be drivable but yours is obviously not. You need to contact the customer to let them know we will be late. Then you can ride with me to the meeting, once we have arrangements for a tow truck.”
Bella called the customer while I called for a tow truck. We were on our way half an hour later to the customer in my damaged car that still ran, but had a slight list. Bella apologized non-stop for the remainder of the ride. She apologized for rear ending me and for giving the impression that she didn’t trust me.
Ultimately, we did sign on the new customer and I received a promotion. I tell myself I got the promotion simply based on my excellent performance, but I know that Bella’s guilt also played a part. Thankfully Bella claimed full responsibility for the accident, so my car was paid for by her insurance.