This is a 100 word plus the prompt, …the red box…, flash fiction challenge hosted by Julia.
Pete stared dreamily at the photocopier. The CEO was scheduled to arrive that morning. Maybe he would be in the meeting too and witness Pete’s strategy to increase sales. That overdue promotion could finally be his! He caught a flash of colour from the corner of his eyes. He turned to look directly at Mr. Smith walking down the aisle. He was carrying the red box. Pete felt sweat beads rolling down his forehead. His colleagues had noticed the box too; their eyes glued on its path. All were silently praying it was not their time to pack their personal belongings into the box.