Oversight

His first day and Simon was late. He jabbed the button on the elevator. “Close, damn it, close!” It stopped at the next floor, doors opened, and no one waited. Simon rolled his eyes. He mashed the button, his thumb turning white.

Finally, he reached the sixth floor and exploded from the stupid, archaic technology.

Someone with his nose in a stack of papers was walking nearby.

Simon interrupted, “The Oversight Committee meeting?”

The man’s eyebrow arched. He nodded toward a door.

Simon entered a vacant room.

“They always have much better things to do.” The man laughed behind him.


Picture is copyright by King.

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