Promotion?

As George stepped into Nebula's office, his eyes immediately locked onto the familiar face of Mr. Richard. The same man who had unceremoniously informed him of his termination just days ago now sat comfortably in one of the plush leather chairs facing Nebula's desk. George felt a surge of emotion, a mix of surprise and indignation washing over him.

Nebula's smooth voice cut through the tension. "Ah, George. Right on time. Please, come in and close the door. I believe you already know Mr. Richard."

George nodded stiffly, his enhanced senses picking up on Mr. Richard's slightly elevated heartbeat. The older man stood, extending his hand with a smile.

"Mr. Morgan," he began, his voice carrying a hint of apprehension. "I... I owe you an apology."

George hesitated for a moment before accepting the handshake, careful not to grip too tightly with his newfound strength. "An apology?" he echoed, his voice carefully neutral.