Conference Room Quickie: My Ambitious Affair with the Shaved-Head Accountant
Monday morning open-space hums. Printer whirs endlessly, spitting reports. Mouse clicks punctuate the air. Coffee aroma clashes with my vanilla […]
Monday morning open-space hums. Printer whirs endlessly, spitting reports. Mouse clicks punctuate the air. Coffee aroma clashes with my vanilla […]
I’d been in the office breakroom, bent over the windowsill flower bed. Picking wild blooms to brighten my desk. Simple
It’s a humid summer night in 2113, but my office in old Kirkwall’s transposed high-rise feels eternal. Open-space buzzes faintly.
Printer hums low in the corner. Coffee stench mixes with Jennifer’s musky perfume. Open space empty, desks stacked with reports.
Printer hums in the corner. Coffee scent mixes with Etienne’s musky cologne. Sharp. Intoxicating. Open-space buzz fades. Colleagues chatter outside.
Door clicks locked. Printer hums faintly outside. Coffee scent clings, mixed with thick perfume. Cassy and I stare at Alex’s
Printer whirs endlessly in the corner. Mouse clicks punctuate the air. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume – and sweat.
Light spring wind whips Chicago’s Fifth Avenue. Nearly loses my Bogart fedora. Bites into Jack’s burger. Ketchup splatters my crisp
It’s late in the conference room. Printer hums faintly down the hall. Door locked with a sharp click. Coffee aroma
Underground parking lot. Dim lights buzz. My old company van squats in the corner. Bought it cheap from retiring archivist—shelves