The Office

It was my first day on the job. Corporate office type job. White walls, high ceilings, and several rows of computers. I was having a lunch break. This guy had it in for me. The boss came over. The guy mentioned something about me stealing stuff. So the boss started searching my desk. He found random office supplies like extra memo pads and another person’s name plate. He took it as a serious allegation but since I was new he felt it odd that I would immediately jeopardize my position there. So I was on probation. Of course I was innocent, but everyone else who fed on the rumors held on to the notion of me being a thief. A select few who I had made acquaintances with knew better, but for some reason, they only provided superficial support.

I was frustrated. I ran away for a bit to calm down. Climbing staircase after staircase until I was a floor away from the roof where an orchestral group held practices. I could hear the friction between the bow and the strings, rosin flying through the air. On the floor was a corridor that extended over road and connected to another building. Through the glass walls I saw a car accident that I hadn’t noticed initially. There was a black guy face down in the middle of the road. He was shirtless and had loose torn fabric covering his lower half, bloody. He was caught in the rain and headlights. When he tried to get up he was unusually well hung.

I tried to figure a way to get back at the guy who set me up. My group devised a plan to virus up his computer while protecting everyone else’s. But it didn’t pan out. Things just continued quietly and he didn’t seem to cause any more problems. One day the boss came around and started working with my neighbor and her computer. He gave me a password to write down so that I’ll remember it for future events and I couldn’t seem to write it right. I was trying to find scraps of paper to write it down on since all my supplies were confiscated. The guy, who sat next to me on my left, grabbed all the spare pieces of paper I was trying to write on. I eventually snapped and pushed his head down on the table and started to punch it. Not so hard as to cause any major damage, but just enough to prove a point.

He hunched over and held his head when I was done. Apparently no one saw or heard so when they asked him what happened, he just said a headache.

It turned out that everyone working for the boss was under some kind of mind control. He started sending guys to attack me. Back flip, back flip. Two burly woman in orange jumpsuits came at me. One of them was pregnant. If she was willing to fight me with a baby in her then that was her business. HADOUKEN.

When I got out of the building there was one more dark skinned woman in my way. I tried to fireball her she kept coming at me. So I started to kick and punch her back towards a set of stairs and pushed her down. As I was running away, someone called out to me. It was the guy who sat across from me. He was the one who helped me with the virus plan. The one who believed in me. Before I ran off, I embraced him tightly and kissed him. I could feel his tongue, the shock in his face. I smiled before I ran off.