The Storage Room Strategist
Language: en
At this company, no one has spoken a word to me in three months. I enter the break room; they leave. I get in the elevator; they wait for the next one. Around my desk, there is a three-meter dead zone where no one dares to step. My desk was moved to the storage room. My neighbors are the office printer, a broom, and a stack of calendars from last year. Today is the Annual Gala. I woke up at 5 AM. Not because I was nervous, but because I was excited. I’ve been waiting three months for today.