I tried getting the pen to twirl between my fingers like the drummers do with their drumsticks. I was never an expert at it, but I’ve been practicing it for quite a while, and ever since I moved into this new office, I really had nothing better to do.
Don’t get me wrong, the office was great. It was on the twenty-third floor and it had a nice view of the city right behind my desk. The desk was huge. I don’t think I could’ve ever gotten enough photo frames to cover the whole thing up. The only bad thing was that I didn’t have any frames at all. I didn’t have anyone to put out photos of. I could always lay out pictures of myself, but there weren’t many of those either. I slouched back in my chair and stared blankly at the ceiling. I studied the pattern of the ceiling tiles and began to count. Of course, any math major would never count each tile individually. I simply counted down and across and multiplied the rows by the columns to get an exact number. It’s not like I was short on time though, time was all I had.
Most of day consisted of sitting behind my desk and waiting for the occasional board meeting in the conference room. I couldn’t tell exactly why I took this promotion. I figured it’d give me more to do. But I was wrong. Apparently, moving up in this business meant more time for everything else but work. More time to go play golf with co-workers and clients. More time to have a drink with women at the local bars. Basically, I had more time for anything, and everything, but work. Yet, for some reason, I just stayed in.
I turned around in my leathery chair to take a peek at the city view. I was still trying to twirl that stupid pen in my hand. I figured I’d give my fingers some rest at all their “hard work” and throw the pen behind me and onto my desk. Almost simultaneously as the pen dropped onto the large piece of furnished wood, someone had banged on the door, twice.
Startled, I quickly turned my back to the window and brushed off the, already clean, desk to look somewhat more presentable than it was. A few thoughts raced through my mind: Was there a meeting to attend? Was I actually going to get to do some work in this office?
I waited patiently for, whoever it was, to step in. Another bang on the door had to occur before I realized that I have not yet answered to the first ones. After I announced for the person to come in, the door opened only slightly. I leaned to my right to see if I could catch a glimpse the face of whoever it might be, but the door opened fully and I sat back up in my chair.
I was both shocked and disappointed to find that the face that entered was not a familiar one. It was a man with a height of about six feet. He was much taller than I was, and there were two of him. Of course, the man behind him, wearing a similar suit as the man who entered, had none of the same facial features, but it was easy to tell that neither of them was fully excited to see me. I would say they were, more or less, relieved.