<human>: Can you condense the text into a few key points?

There were around 12 of us sitting at a conference table listening to our creative director lay out the 4th quarter marketing plan when the unthinkable happened: a rippling, juicy, Bronx cheer like none I've ever heard before erupted from my side of the table. It was quickly followed by a smell that was not unlike a mix of rotten durian and fermenting garbage. As the noxious aroma dispersed throughout the conference room, my fellow co-workers, and my director—who had gone completely silent in mid-presentation—all shot me looks of disgust and anger. 

I was about to deny my part in this most heinous of workplace no-no's, but not before I was able to sneak a glance to my right and see the female co-worker sitting  next to me, staring down at her notes, and quietly shaking. For the briefest of moments, she looked up, met my glance, and her guilty eyes were desperately pleading with me to not say anything. I did her one better; I uttered, "Excuse me," with all the conviction I could muster.

My director shook his head in disgust and continued his presentation.

Afterward, as the meeting ended and everyone was gathering his or her things to leave, the guilty co-worker caught my arm, looked me square in the eyes, and in a quivering voice said, "Thank you". Then she quickly exited the room and most likely headed straight to the bathroom for what I can only imagine was an amazing, olfactory-abusing bowel evacuation. 

My annual review was the next day, and perhaps by coincidence, perhaps not, I was given a raise and promoted by my creative director. No mention was made of the thunderous flatulence that occurred the previous day. I'll never know if my female co-worker's loosey-goosey asshole is the reason for my promotion because I'm too afraid to ask.
<bot>: – Cute, female co-worker's fart interrupts a very important meeting and I claim it like a boss in front of my boss so he promotes me to an actual boss.