The Office

The Office
Copyright © 2021 by L. Morthor.

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to locales, organizations, events, business establishments, or actual persons---living or dead--- is entirely coincidental.

DISCLAIMER: This one shot story is written in English. This is my official entry for the Halloween Vault 2021.

-----------------------------------------------------------
The Office

A loud buzz woke me from my reverie as I stare despondently into the void. I held on to the icy metal pole at the side as I reached for my phone inside my coat. I feel the soft thrumming of the engines below my feet. The commute from the subway had been my daily routine for more than six months. My thoughts traveled to Raven's Crest. I used to despise Mondays when I was living there. The ride was rough and jam-packed opposite to my experience here in Metropolis Point. I never had trouble finding a seat. And the best part is I'm fifteen minutes away from the office.

As soon as I saw the name from the screen notification, I put it back. It buzzed irritatingly for the second time and I decided to ignore the message from my co-worker, Ruby "Busybody" Welsh, the company gossip who happens to be my subordinate, whose main function is to liaise with different departments, a.k.a "The Intel". I don't give a shit if her dinner with Andrew "McSleazy" McIntyre (another co-worker) went south (like I hoped) or if her dog, Mitzie, a Bichon Frise, pooped rainbows or if she thinks people who shop at Target and Ikea have no taste.

There's too much on my plate right now and I should be preparing for our presentation for the newest ad launch for the new drug tomorrow. I had been preparing it for weeks and I just don't have the luxury to be "informed" of the newest gossips and who's dating who (more like who's screwing who) at my new job. I glanced outside and see tiny droplets forming at the train cabin's window.

Ominous clouds had formed and soft drizzle continuously sprayed outside the train and the whole Metropolis. I peek at my bag and realize I had forgotten to bring my umbrella and the chicken and pepperoni sandwich I prepared for lunch. I rolled my eyes at my forgetfulness. I glanced at my watch. I'm five minutes away from my workplace. This is typically how my mornings start.

Except for the rain.

I hate it when it rains. The air is unusually chilly. I have a feeling that this isn't a good sign.

And I'm usually right.

I got off the platform and made my way upstairs. I was met with a crowd of people scurrying away from the rain. I held my black satchel on top of my head and run towards the familiar, white, colossal, building ahead.

I remember it was my first job after spending two years in the land of the jobless. I was so excited when I got approved for the interview. I thought it was strange to work for such a hotshot pharmaceutical company that develops a cure for the incurable like Cancer, Alzheimer's, AIDS, etc.. without me having the proper credentials but what do I have to lose, right? They called me a week after informing me that I've passed the screening and interview and asked me to come at the soonest. I was eager and ecstatic to sign the job contract with them. The pay was better than I can imagine. It was like landing your dream job. Except, this is real. I don't do much aside from the typing and manual calculations and some revisions in the Accounting Department where I was assigned at first. But after six months, I was moved to a different department and was given an administrative role in the Marketing team.