Once upon a Time: A Puer-Korp Employee
The employee with the bad taste purple tie was running along the corridors of the central building of “Puer-Korp Industries”, at the city center, at the center of the province, at the center of the state, at the center of the country (a slightly on development one), at the center of the continent, at the exact center of the planet, at thte center of its solar system, at the center of its star quadrant, at the center of the galaxy, at the center of… If we continue this way, we could continue centering needlessly and exaggeratedly the story…
Continuing. The employee was running desperately, because he was summoned by a superior entity, one of unquestionable might, of surly nature at office, of elusive and strange habits, but with the automatic power to bankrupt you if his will so demanded… His boss…
‘Here I am Big Cheese! You called me?’ The bootlicker shouted, entering hurried to that envied manager’s office, that has view to everything the money could buy… And beyond…
‘Ah, Redondus! Glad you arrive just when summoned… Not as the last employee I fired… It’s a totl pleasure, undoubtedly, that you answer on a so functionaland punctual way…’ The manager answered, slightly bragging about his commandment over his employees.
‘What is your need, boss? You know this is my lunch time. Buuuut you summoned me. And you know that my basic nutrition is not so important as the respect and reverence I hold for your position, which you had won strategicaly on this enterprise… Not as me… However! Say what you want and I will accomplish! The employee ended, somewhat entangled.
‘Look, Redondus.’ The manager sat down on his recently-imported-from-”Tutumtuctu” chair, upholstered with skin from an albino pupsie of the “Emberest”. ‘There is on the deepest part of this expensive building, far below the basement, a section full with papers and folders that contain information of great power and importance. The local workers call it… “The archive”…’ When the manager said this, a heartbreaking scream was heard, coming from the next room.
'Th-th-the archives?' Repeated Redondus, and thus, the heartbreaking scream repeated.
‘That’s right… The archive.’ The scream is heard once more. ‘And on the most remot of its chambers there is an specific paper. Its name is “Declaration that declares clearly such declared, declaring that such declared was perfectly declared by whom declared it, declaring it declared”. I need you to find it for me…’
‘B-but why don’t you go?’ The poor employee questioned, after checking that curious stain on his purple tie.
‘Becaaaause… It’s golf with pupsies day! And I can´t miss it. How would react my friendships if I decided not to go because I had to look for a grubby paper? That’s not possible! Not even dreaming!’ Admitted the manager, spinning his chair at great velocity.
‘Well… If you put it that way…’
‘That’s right!!! And if you help me, I’ll give you the most treasured thing of this business…’ Added the manager stopping of spinning, and looking face to face to his subdit employee.
‘A rise in the gloomy bonus?’ Asked the worker cross-eyed.
‘FAR BETTER THAN THAT, REDONDUS!’ The manager looked both sides before speaking. ‘A favour from the manager…’.
After saying this, the employee went out the office running as a possessed to the lift.
‘Declaration! Declaration! I must find that declaration! For my big cheese and my position! I must find that declaration!’ Redondus repeated to himself, pressing obsesively the lift’s button.
‘With that favour I could go three weeks on vacation!!! Oooor, I could ask for a big rise!!! Bring my pupsie to work? Would it be too much if I ask for free lunch in perpetuity? Uhuhuhuhuh… I’ll ask for my own scooter. How I would like one of those!’
So obsessed he was with his “favour from the manager” that he forgot he has NOT taken the lift… Instead, he went up the 103 floors of the building by foot… For the stairs… Because the lift was out of service.
THE END... By now...
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