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GREED
/ɡriːd/
noun
The intense and selfish desire for something, especially wealth and power
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GREY CLOUDS LOOMED over the city, the skies transforming from their ordinary aquamarine blue to a threatening dark grey. Buildings and skyscrapers stood tall, citizens claustraphobic by the closeness of everything. Vehicles drove into the mayhem that was a busy city, including Bus 24.
The densely populated area was where power concentrated. Corruption, investments and the world of business took place in the ongoing hours.
The bus swiftly drove passed a cloud-touching office building. It's occupants emailing and calling clients, in hope for something new. Business deals took place in each of the building's offices, hours of negotiations and persuasions.
There was only one out of the never- ending floors that was private. Workers were prohibited from going to that floor and only six people had access to it. Two of them clueless to it. And two of them dead. That floor belonged to Lauren Alexander.
The reasons for her success undermined by those of her target audience - middle aged cisgender straight men, a majority who relished in the idea of patriarchy. Afterall she had no other option, those were the leaders of the world of business.
Elevator doors chimed open to the twenty-eigth floor, revealing a serious-faced Maximillian. Clad in his navy blue three-piece suit and polished loafers, Mr Foresythe strode towards Ms Alexander with purpose.
Both were in business mode - but their insides were ecstatic, equally fulfilled at their decade worthy project.
Lauren sat in her high-back leather chair, leisurely sipping on Jack Daniels, the ice and alcohol once again disproportioned to her preference. Unlike her business partner, who took a seat into a chair identical and parallel to hers, Maximillian favoured his whiskey far more than the ice.
The sleek mahogony surface that was her desk, housed stacks of unfiled documents and in the midst of them was a significant twenty paged contract. An antique grandfather clock stood in the corner of the broad office. It's neighbours being the brown-black bookshelves. Flourishing humbly in durability, the l-shaped five seater sofa sat further away in the office. In front of it was a black glass coffee table decored with a single plant.
A transluscent slide door when opened, led to another room which was also intergrated on that floor - a meeting room. It was furnished with an extensive twelve seater table and had the grey chairs to match. The room was spacious and impressively airy; in comparison to the office room it was smaller.
