Remember Our Song by Emma South

Jeremy glanced around the lobby doubtfully before we entered and he pressed the number fourteen.
    “It’s actually changed a lot in the last six years, do you recognize anything?”
    “I remember walking past the building when I was younger, but I don’t remember working here.  What was it I did?”
    “I believe your title was ‘Sales Support Executive’.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “Take crap from customers while the sales rep gets the commission, I think.”
    “Every girl’s dream.”
    The elevator doors opened into a very stylish reception area, dominated by an impressive logo and several flat screen displays behind the front desk showcasing any number of very high-tech looking gadgets.  I had no idea what any of them did.
    Sitting at the desk was a young woman who looked like she had woken up at three in the morning to prepare for her day at work.  Everything she wore was color-coordinated from shoes to make-up, and not a single hair was out of place.  Standing next to her was a nervous looking man in a suit, who stood to attention as if there was an officer on deck or something.
    “Mr. Holt, good to see you.  How was the trip?”
    “It was fine, thanks Adam.  Everything going OK here?  The fifty eight hundred series going to be ready for the Christmas rush?  That report I read didn’t look too good.”
    “We’ve got the best and brightest working overtime.  I’m not going to lie , we’re about a month behind schedule at the moment but we had a big breakthrough yesterday that I’d be happy to fill you in on.  Is that what this visit is about?”
    “No.  You can update me tomorrow with a video conference, Beatrice and I just need to use the boardroom for a while.  You remember Beatrice from when she worked here?”
    “Not my department, but I do remember seeing you around the office.  Nice to see you on your feet after the accident, Beatrice.”
    “Thanks,”
    “Did you want to go straight through to the boardroom, or have a look around first?”
    “We’ll go straight through, thanks Adam.”
    “Sure thing, I’ll come with you just to make sure nobody’s gone in to use the room without booking it on the system.”
    The man, Adam, set off at a brisk pace through a busy office, where people sat at their desks isolated from everybody else by walls that only came up to chest height.  Looking out over the vast area of squares with only the tops of people’s heads visible, if that, I could see why places like this were called cube farms.
    Jeremy ignored the pace set by Adam, instead walking beside me at the much slower speed I was able to manage, which I was grateful for.  Somehow in this environment, everybody seemed determined to look away from Jeremy rather than towards him like out in public.
    Wherever I looked, eyes were staring with intensity at computer screens and the sounds of a hectic call- center buzzed loudly as if a poor performance review on this day would result in sacrifice upon an altar rather than a stern talking-to.
    The boardroom turned out to be empty, except for a large oval table with several seats around it, and a desk set in front of a projector screen.  I spotted a large projector attached to the ceiling, but it was not turned on at the moment.
    “OK, enjoy, do you need anything or anyone?” Adam asked.
    “No thanks, Adam, we’re fine.  We might have a look around later, but I can find my way.”
    Adam smiled and nodded while I looked around, trying to get some kind of feel for my place in the room, like those psychics you saw on TV who could touch an item and tell you where it was made, who used to own it and all that kind of thing.  I received no such visions, unfortunately, just a good question.
    “What was I doing in the boardroom if I was just a… uh… ‘Sales Support Executive’?”
    “Coffee.”
    “Coffee?”
    “Yes, bringing coffee to the upper management team.  And me.  I was here because I was considering investing in the