FALSE Clairvoyance

Open door, a smiley cutie and an eccentric lunch

Everyone at the office seems to have their eyes on him as he makes his way to his cubicle. He's a little confident today with a face looking up for longer than usual, maintaining his walking speed. He begins to cut his pace while he approaches his workspace, the door to the place wide open. His phiz is already a mess of frowns. Who leaves their office door open after work? His eyes turn to the office next to his. The door to that one is closed.

He cautiously makes it inside the cubicle, carrying on with the opening of files, desk lockers and the computer but with wariness. That's after he takes ten to fifteen minutes of just standing there and looking around as if he suspects a ghost inside. He sits warningly and most of his time goes as he cross-checks each and everything in the room. The expression on his countenance reports that something isn't adding up. He's lucky as no one disturbs his investigation.

He consults a few colleagues, all male, trying to get some info. He does so in the washroom and non of them knows anything about his office being open before work this morning. Only one guy who thinks he knows much tells him that the office is open from the time the first person enters but he's not that individual.

“But you can check up with the security though. They might know something. ” That's the only helpful statement the dude makes. Koke wastes no time and he rushes to the security desk for some answers. It's disappointment met too cause the security crew knows nothing either. Koke doesn't know much about security criteria. He should ask for CCTV footage but he doesn't. Instead, he loves himself and his time alone. He's back in his office, still wearing that confused expression. With his hands at the back of his head, he's seated in his office chair swinging with idleness and staring blankly.

Without warning, he jerks forward and straight away begins to fidget with the keyboard. His eyes browse at the illuminated screen with panic evidence. He leans back, sighing after some seconds of clicks on his keyboard. He's damn alert that he responds fast to the literally first knock on his office door today.

“Hi.” A fairly tall light-skinned belle with small eyes like those of a kitten stands at the door. Her shoulder-length light ash brown hair plays nothing at hiding the shape of her small tits formed with the concealment courtesy of the simple blue cotton top.

“Hi.” Responds the dude. The lady waits for no further approval for her to come in. She enters and places her caramel small flat file on the desk as the accountant's black-brown eyes follow her movements. She stands in front of him, looking down at the workmate with a humble stature. A smile is permanent on the young woman's visage and it looks like she's going to wait until Koke finishes working on her file. Swiftly, the boy-worker opens the file and peruses through its details. He steals a glance up at her. Her smile is disappearing sluggishly and on sensing the lad's brief look at her, she rebuilds the expression.

The accountant starts to record the details of the receipts into the computer whilst the feme awaits the return of her file. Just like Halima, she's part of the field team, the employees at Bob's that interact directly with the company's customers. The entity is of delivery service and it brings non-perishable stuff like toys, letters, gadgets and many more to people who want them at their homes.

The enterprise also manufactures a few of those goods but it majorly deals with moving the purchases from shops or other manufacturers to the doorstep of those who order through the company itself.

Koke isn't saying anything to the bird standing next to him. He's working so fast, perhaps to save her from standing for long like a bodyguard. Once he's done, he closes the document holder and hands it back to the babe. It's received with a kitten smile while she expresses her gratitude.

“You're welcome.” Koke replies. The tall cutie makes a turn for the exit as the fellow's eyes expertly examine her almost flat behind in a cream-white knee-level pencil skirt.