"Hey Brant, everything okay in here?"
"Yeah yeah, why not?"
"Had been hearing some strange noises from next door ..."
"Uhm yeah ... diverting myself a bit by a video game."
Fuck, this guy had given me the startle of my life: Mister Flynn, an elderly, bustling co-worker, probably record holder in extra hours. I had been so absurdly quick in clearing away the scattered remains of the shrinking stuff, dragging the little boss under the desk and unobstrusively placing myself behind the computer screen, that I could have kicked myself for having forgotten about the locked door.
"So why did you shut yourself away?"
"Uhm, you know ... the boss ... I wouldn't like to be caught in the act."
"Ah. - And ...er, what happened to your shoe?"
Oh man, was this going to be an interrogation? I knew the scenery I was presenting was a bit oddish, yet what was the use of performing Sherlock 101, in a shitty little company, two hours after quitting time?
"Yeah yeah, why not?"
"Had been hearing some strange noises from next door ..."
"Uhm yeah ... diverting myself a bit by a video game."
Fuck, this guy had given me the startle of my life: Mister Flynn, an elderly, bustling co-worker, probably record holder in extra hours. I had been so absurdly quick in clearing away the scattered remains of the shrinking stuff, dragging the little boss under the desk and unobstrusively placing myself behind the computer screen, that I could have kicked myself for having forgotten about the locked door.
"So why did you shut yourself away?"
"Uhm, you know ... the boss ... I wouldn't like to be caught in the act."
"Ah. - And ...er, what happened to your shoe?"
Oh man, was this going to be an interrogation? I knew the scenery I was presenting was a bit oddish, yet what was the use of performing Sherlock 101, in a shitty little company, two hours after quitting time?