Everyday Business

She could pick up hints of her boss blabbing on about 'how this wasn't supposed to be what American made meant,' and 'how the company is the best off it could be'. By the time her boss was finished the coworker was already scrambling away.

The tall suited figure of her boss approached before pulling out some cash and handing it to the intern. He slowly glanced down at his watch then up at her.

"Go off and get plain black coffee from that cafe down the street. You know which one I'm talkin' about?"

The intern nodded her head as she stood slowly stood up. Her boss's eye glared at her before glancing down at his watch.

"Be back in ten minutes."

At that, she was off down towards the little cafe.


The intern rushed into the office building, with the hot coffee threatening to cover her hands in third-degree burns. She kept thinking that maybe if there were fewer people in the line she might've been here on time. Though, at this time that didn't matter, what did was her internship. Her eyes began to pan around the room catching sight of a clock insulting her of for being so close to time. She took a deep breath in before bolting down the building once again. During her charge, she failed to notice the eccentric house plants and the all too invested workers.

She halted on the recently cleaned tile causing scar-like skidmarks to appear. She slowly drew in a breath as she straightened up hoping to God, that she didn't look like the wreck she was. Her hand ran through her hair while she attempted to compose herself as much as possible. At last, her shaking hand reached down to the door handle, and slowly opened it with a click.

What greeted her on the other side of the door was her boss with a grin just a bit too wide. His wide eyes stared at her as she stepped in

"Oh, Katie, it's great to see you here! How's everything been? Family been okay?" Her boss asked in an almost too friendly voice. She stepped toward him staring at the suit-clad man.

"Yeah, they've been…fine," Her voice sounded weak as she approached him. She set down the coffee and placed it in front of her boss.

"Ah, trying to bribe me, eh?" He asked prior to letting loose a childish chuckle. She stood above him a confused look spread across her face.

"Huh?"

"Oh, you rascal! You know exactly what you're doing! You want to be apart of my brilliant plan for the company, am I not wrong?" His arrogant smile quickly returned before he finished his speech, "Well how about it, would you like to join?"

"I…I don't even know what you're talking about," She softly admitted. Her head hung low as thoughts raced through her mind. Had he recently sent out an email that she didn't see? Maybe this a big company prank. She might've missed something in a meeting. Her heart raced as her boss stared at her. Suddenly he burst out in laughter. He took a second before wiping away a tear.

"Ahah… Oh, golly I haven't laughed this hard in years," He said before going into another fit, "Oh man you are always a prankster."

"How… How is this even funny?" She thought before shrugging it off if it kept her internship she was just fine with it.

"Alrighty, alrighty… let's get serious here now," He said upon catching his breath, "I'm planning on investing all of this year's payroll capital into Hokkaido tuna futures, as long as the weather all good and peachy, we should be rich by twenty-ninety-five,"

"What?" She looked on in concern as he confidently waved his hand back and forth.

"I know, I know, it's absolutely crazy, isn't it? It's true though, you can get up to a fifty percent production increase if, you paint a room grey rather than black,"

"Wait, what about the tuna?"

"Tuna? Tastes awful, why did you ask?"

"You were saying that you were investing in tuna?"

"Psh, tuna? No, no, no, the real money is in Slam-Poetry. That's why I'm taking out a loan on this building just to invest in that little bar, the one down the street on the left, poetry night! Isn't that perfect, we should double our profit in fifty years!" He sent out his hands in a grandiose gesture. His eyes stayed glued to her as his smile, almost impossibly, got wider.

"Isn't that bar going under?"

"Not after slam poetry is coming to it!"

"What?"

"Didn't you hear me? I said we're going to invest eighty percent of this year's profits into making a dating sim about my third cousin's best friend,"

"What about the poetry? Or the tuna?"

"Psh, fish on the first date is an awful idea but, poetry isn't too bad."

"Maybe we should do that as the second investment, that coffee place might not like the idea," She froze up her muscles slowly tensing, what was she saying?

"Maybe…I'm sure they'll love the plan,"

"Fourteen percent of profits should go to it as that would give us the best profit don't you agree?"

"I suppose,”

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