Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

"Janet, get your butt in here," I yelled to the secretary du jour. I think she said her name was "Janet" but it could have been any female name, heck, male name as well. I wasn’t paying attention this morning. I was too busy with the copy of my press release for later today.
She entered the office with a curtsy. “What is this?” I yelled, pointing to the case of umbrellas that were covering my desk. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to chewing her cud, or gum.
It must have been a prank from Marmalard in marketing. He’s notorious for that sort of thing. Before I could get back to practicing my speech for the press conference, the blower rang.
“Did you hear the news?” the voice jumped before I could even say “hello.” It belonged to Penderson, the department busybody. He knew all the gossip here at DG&W’s, but little else. “Project Blue Thumper has been scrapped. Malfunction over at Testing and Standards. Gotta go.” And just as fast, the line was dead. He must have seen something shiney.
Crap, I thought. That was my baby and what my pressor was on. If Penderson knew, it was near Gospel truth. I was going to call my boss MacNamara when she walked in the door. Her head nodded to umbrellas. “Marmalard?” she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. There was a smile she tried to hide. “There’s a big problem with your Blue Thumper. Apparently, your faulty design blew up Kankakee” (where our testing facility is). “You’re expected to explain yourself immediately to the board in conference room 104.” She pulled out one to the umbrellas. “I doubt even these would help you now.” She laughed as she left the room, taking the umbrella with her.