Office Perfection

Leoanda Taylor

Everyday noise and the usual chatter of voices, and the small clicks of typing drifted through the building. It wasn't unusual. Not here. Here, everyday was the same as the last, people coming in and out, ear pieces screeching - or even a mare whisper - going through some poor persons ears. A calm and reasonable reply. Nothing ever changed. Well..... not yet anyway. There were bound to be changes, but not soon... not too soon. Everything was fine as it was. Perfect almost. Yes, that was the right word, perfect.

A small chuckle escaped peach coloured lips, coming through the wide smirk.

"Perfect," it whispered into the darkness of the room. "Yes, everything is perfect."