The Worthy

Chapter Twenty

Maxxinne
Exactly 15 minutes and 34 seconds has passed since that phone call. Well, with the help of the tiny clock right beside the communication-line. As a register of any agency has. I just hope they won't track that very call and use it against us. Then again, every agency call is recorded.

I sighed long and loud.

Why does it have to be today?

"Maxxinne Everrie!" Yet another sigh escaped through me. He never gets anyone's name right. "Get yourself at table B27. Files upon files need to be set. Now hurry!" I was pushed by my manager, Mr. Zebinsky, into the very hectic and incredibly messy 'application room'. Basically the room where all the application files for events and organizations are set on (un)organized tables according to the parcel. But this room is enormous. It's size is about the combination of maybe four large ballrooms. Minus everything fancy.

Here's how it works, section 'S' tables are set for the royals, which is full 24/7 and that area is an example of the after effects of a full blown hurricane. 'A' tables for the trunks and so on an so forth till the Waters at the 'E' tables. Now for 'E' tables there are only only two Extras on duty since there are rarely any applications coming in. I guess a fool could even see the reason why. Imagine a servant of a mansion trying to host a little party. Impossible. Now an discriminating fact here was Mr. Zebinsky lets most of us work more on tables S, A, B and sometimes even at C. He doesn't put much effort at the rest. Whom ever available at the time will then be put into those tables.

I finally reached section B, but finding table 27 is like finding a needle inside a pillow, slow and hurtful since papers are literally on the floor along with a few stationary like staplers, pens and such. After a couple of minutes I could here the hallelujah chorus playing as I found a pure white table with the engravings of number 27. I immediately sat as I tried finding the first page of the application.

I just hope I could get out by 0500 o'clock.

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I glanced at the mini clock built into this table for the first time after starting these multiple horrid application files and it felt like a big bucket of freezing cold water was splashed onto me.

It was 0557 o'clock.

No.

No.

NO!

Too much effort and time was invested to just be wasted like this!

I've practiced, hoped, dreamt, prepared and wished too long to let a silly little application for a pity tea party for a Branch ruin this ant-small chance!

And consider the fact that my home is half an hour away at the least!

I stood swiftly and didn't care less when the hard and uncomfortable chair landed on the ground sideways. I gathered the incomplete paperworks then speed-walked to the exit.

I'll just bring these applications home. A little begging will do... I hope.

Walking out, I felt relieved as if I survived a jungle filled with creepy-crawlies. I shook off that feeling and set myself towards a door labeled as 'Councilor of Internal Affairs'. I rolled my eyes, as I do every time I see that irritating title. 'Manager' would have been better but it made that person seem important.

"Maxy Loon! What brings you here? Have you forgotten your way around the application room?" Mr. Zebinsky smirked as he laid a few 'organized' papers inside a transparent file on top of his luxurious desk.

The life of a 'Councilor of Internal Affairs' I thought silently with a sigh.

"I just thought I could immediately go home since applications are too much to handle at the moment and if I could just do them in a more comforting workspace; preferably like my home." I said in a mid-confident and weak voice.