FALSE Clairvoyance

Koke's Leave Request

A new notice on the wall of the junior accountant's cubicle is in an ideal position for all the workers to have a look at since all of them use the route via the office to reach the manager. Unless otherwise. The public tack board in Mary's office is capable of turning the whole company into a shame since it is barely public. The idea of visitors' seats perhaps climbs out of the secretary's office that already has one before the recent changes.

The information in black bold letters appraises the employees about a one-month leave that is substantially given to any willing member of the accounts department and one from the field team. The people glad to enjoy some time off have until the end of the week to submit their formal approbations personally to the manager.

It is not only the letter to explain the potential leaver's decision. The manager may want to establish a friendly-like link with one or two of the people working below his supervision.

Koke rotates loathly, his eyes drifting from point to point. He commences his slow motion towards the exit and adjusts his hold on the strap of his black bag prior to upswinging his pace.

There's nothing much to do after lunch and he spends a huge amount of time adding up the day's sales. It may seem like a walk over but this afternoon comes unusual. His concentration is looking dilute and hence he leaves work early today.

The guy's preparation of nicely spiced spaghetti that he spoils with eggplant sauce exhibits how terrible his mood is.

He checks on Marion's inbox whilst he dines but the shake of his head reports disappointment. He drops the phone on the sofa on his left. Neither does Koke complete his meal. He gets hold of his device again before dubiously tapping into Mary's inbox. He stares blankly at the word online, not typing even a single salute.

Miss Mary: ‘Typing....’

Quickly, the guy scrolls down the notification bar and disenables the internet connection. His eyes are wide. Up to this moment, his reply to the secretary's question about him missing her is pending. What she's typing without his response might be a complaint or something equivalent. What if it's a simple goodnight message?

He settles his phone aside before springing to his feet and rushing the dishes to the sink. After checking on the front door for security, he disappears into the bedroom still in a prompt manner.

Lights out.

*-*-*-*

“Wow. Yo. What have I done to deserve this surprise?” Robert gracefully uplifts from his seat and extends his hands away from his sides as if he's about to embrace the visitor. Koke is looking down with a smile before he gathers the courage to look at his senior.

Robert's excitement shields the visitor from saying a word in whatever the response. “Oh, I see. Come, come.” He pulls the visitors' chair for the younger dude. “I definitely know that whatever you want to tell me is worth the treat.” He gestures for Koke to take the offer. Once more, the junior accountant looks down, not attempting a step towards the associate's desk.

“Come on.” The black man stretches his mighty-looking hand, reaching out to Koke's shoulder. “You know this office is yours too. So, forget anything you fear it for and feel comfortable.” Gently, he brings the fellow towards his desk, fitting the youngster down into the black seat.

Koke's eyes study the characteristics on his senior's desk while Robert swings him with the seat. “You see, our job is different. We're only two and not crowded. Haha. Anyway, I hope those others don't hear me. Or they'll crowd the room.” The senior looks at the other end of the floor as he continues to play with the visitors' chair occupied by Koke.