Your commute was surprisingly free of fireballs, portals to other dimensions, or monster slime. Though that’s usually a sign that something big will happen in a few days or so, you were grateful nonetheless. You even had time to grab a Starbucks and a sandwich instead of the awful office coffee you normally settle for.
Before you stepped into the office, you even thought that it would be a good day. But you should have known by now that Mondays can never be good.
Now, you’re standing frozen in shock at the figure before you. The skin around her eyes is grey, like something’s trying to claw its way out of them. She leaches the colour out of everything around her. This is Wraith, the scourge of your city, who has caused millions of dollars worth of destruction, ruined countless lives, and made your commute unbearable.
She’s cursing at the printer.
All your colleagues seem to be giving her a wide berth, but none of them are outright screaming in panic. Did she hypnotize them or something? You’re pretty sure that ability isn’t in her roster. You catch Dave’s eye as he’s heading to the water cooler.
“Is she…” you whisper, gesturing to the supervillain in your office.
“I don’t know,” Dave replies helplessly. “Ask Linda.”
You decide to take the long way around to Linda’s office, because even if cutting past Wraith would get you there faster, you want to get as far away as you can from the angry villain. You try to think of what to say to the HR director—you have no clue what prompted this decision. Linda’s open-minded, but she isn’t insane.
Right?
You knock on Linda’s door, realizing how unsheltered your cubicle is compared to it. If Wraith decides to take you all hostage, you would rather four walls between you and her.
“Come in,” Linda calls, sounding a little frazzled. You oblige, opening the door.
When she sees you, she melts in relief. “Cameron, what good timing! I was just going to ask you to come here!”
You chuckle nervously.
“Sit down, sit down,” she says. “So, do you want to start first?”
“Yeah,” you say, irritation creeping into your voice. “Why is Wraith here?!”
Linda looks unfazed by your outburst. “I know some people are upset with the decision, but like you said, we can’t just continue to hire people who fit the status quo. Hence Carol. I looked over her resume and we both agreed that a job in HR would suit her well. Although I didn’t exactly understand the new policy you suggested, she seemed grateful for it. That being said, do you have any ideas on how to avoid exclusion? You yourself said we needed to create a more inclusive culture—”
“Hold up,” you interject. “You’re saying this was my idea?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? You gave that lovely presentation in April, remember? You said you wanted to make the workplace more ‘ethically diverse’.”
A growing feeling of horror creeps through your veins.
“Linda,” you say, incredulous. “That isn’t what I said.”
“What do you mean? I posted some new job ads that said we were accepting of people branded supervillains and people with criminal records. I mean, obviously not if they haven’t finished their sentence yet, but we have a lot of new hires—”
“I said” –you take a deep breath, perhaps to avoid losing your sanity—"I wanted to make the workplace more ethnically diverse.”
The room is silent.
“Oh,” Linda says, her voice small.