Ken stared at the departing interns in astonishment before making his way to Mr. Charle's office."Come in." Mr. Charles responded from the inside after he landed a knock on the door.He walked into the office and the first thing he noticed was Mr. Charle's glittering bald head."Good morning sir!""Morning Ken."Mr. Charles was stuffing a file inside his briefcase. "The CEO called all the departmental cashiers for a meeting this morning so you can hang around before I return.""Okay," Ken said and sat on the twin couch.Mr. Charles grabbed his briefcase.Ever since Ken started working with Mr. Charles, he had noticed that the man's table was always disorganized. The cleaners turn up every day to clean the place and set the table but the moment Mr. Charles arrives, he turns the table into a mess.Ken stood up and strode to the table. He noticed that files were mixed up, the receipts were also mixed up and processed payments were mixed with pending sales.He decided to work on the docu

Ken tiptoed into the male restroom and left the door slightly open so he could get a clear glance at the people plotting to kill the company's CEO. He heard footsteps marching outside toward the restroom and he quietly pinned his back to the wall. He cast his sharp gaze at the opening he created by letting the door fly open. A man walked past him and Ken realized that he hasn't seen the man elsewhere. The man was dressed in a black tuxedo and one of the prominent features he picked was the scar on the man's left cheek. Ken guessed that the man was in his early fifties. His hair was thick and brown. Ken heard the footsteps of the second man he was expecting making his way out of the room. He remained rooted in his hidden spot and fixed his eyes on the target. A young man with blonde hair walked past him and Ken froze. His eyes began to rove in circles and just when he was doubting the identity of the young man he had just seen, he decided to smartly place his head out and take a pro

Ken stared at the door and shifted his gaze back to Adams. Was the man asking him to leave? "But sir...I...the computer." he began to stammer.Adams placed his phone on the table and threw his back against the chair. "Are you flaunting my orders?" Ken was silent. All he was requesting was a computer to discharge the task assigned to him.Adams stared at the watch on his left wrist. "You've got 55 minutes Ken so the sooner you start working, the faster you'll be done," he told Ken, maintaining a serious face."Yes sir." was Ken's reply. He gave a sad nod and made his way out of the office."Stop walking like a girl," Adams screamed at his departing figure. "Hurry up and work on those transactions," he yelled at him.Ken stepped out of the office. He rested his back against the wall and folded his arms across his chest. He just met Adams and had already concluded that the man was stern and insensitive.What was he going to do now? he wondered. He lowered his left hand to his waist and

The continuous buzzing of Ken's phone awakened him. He slowly opened his and went for his phone."9 am!" he mumbled and sprung out of bed with a gasp.He quickly unlocked his phone and couldn't fix his eyes on a particular spot when he realized that it was Adams who had been blowing up his phone."Bloody hell" He muttered under his breath and began taking off his pajamas.After closing from work the previous day, Cassie invited him for a hangout. They spent the night having fun and by the time he returned to his apartment, It was past his bedtime.Ken hurriedly took a shower and began pulling out clothes from his luggage bag. He knew he was in trouble. He was expected to be in the office by 9 am sharp and now, he was still at home trying to pick up an outfit. He was so exhausted that he didn't hear the sound of his alarm.He quickly slipped into a pair of blue jeans and slapped a red cotton tee shirt on it. He tucked his wallet in his trouser's pocket and slipped into comfortable foo

Ken quickly moved away from the door and marched down the hallway toward the restrooms. His pupils kept dilating. They haven't spoken in weeks and haven't crossed paths since the day they wrote their final examinations. Ken cleared his throat loudly and picked up the call after slipping to a corner. "Hello!" he said, still maintaining a bright smile."Ken Trent!" she called out to him and giggled afterward.Ken imagined the name slipping out of her full lips. He smiled while imagining her smile and wondered whether she was tying her hair into a loose bun."Jane!" he replied in the same manner she had called him.They both broke out laughing.Ken felt a sense of awareness starting to envelop him. After he learns about Mr. Charles's condition, he suddenly went cold and had concluded that he was going to have a bad day but now, a phrase from Jane was making his gloomy day bright."How have you been? It's been a while you know?""It's been two weeks and two days," Ken replied. The last