Stan sat in his cubicle and waited for the moment when he heard his name called over his head in a dull tone, that almost sounded like a moan. He knew what was coming. “Stan, report to Mr. Sterm’s office, please.” He did as he was told, walking briskly. Reporting to the office, he walked into the cramped space to find the balding, middle-aged man that he had worked for for 15 years.
Mr. Sterm’s eyes were blood-shot and his breath was sour with whiskey.
“Stan, you’ve served this company for 15 long years, from beginning to present. The bosses upstairs have decided that you’ve earned your way to the top. You’ve devoted yourself to your work and you’re the most reliable employee. Congratulations, you’ve been promoted..” Stan nodded at whatever Sterm had been saying and then fast forward.
A chair, big & black and ready. Windows made a wall, showing the 37th story view. He spun around to his desk that expanded his body length.