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     High school never ends, not quite.

   Not even in a considerably known, well regarded company such as Vex, of which high-tech electronics could be found in the home of any self-respecting computer expert.

     The social groups you'd notice in a high school were categorized here in departments as so:

     People in accounting department had hunched backs, hollow eyes and suicidal tendencies.

     Research and development people were obnoxious butt-kissing gossipers that would do anything for a little information to impress or hold against people of big influence aka 'the ones upstairs'.

     Salesmen were mere victims, tying to mind their job and carry on through each lunch break by friendly conversation. They were popular thanks to their professional charm.

     Production people were plain mean workaholics. However, they made quite the show at parties because they were not modest when it came to drinking.

     Lastly, IT and Tech-Support guys. Sociopathic assholes, snickering in the shadows of their department. The only interaction with the outside world was when they'd pull pranks over the network. After all, the only ones that could catch and report their mischiefs were... themselves.

     So yes, quite the mess. It is only natural that someone should keep everything under control, and that's where HR comes in.

     That's where Morris Kentson and his people came in.

     Morris was a HR generalist with a ridiculous amount of tasks at hand, and so he was sort of everywhere, few didn't know his name. He took care of recruiting and staffing logistics, organizational and space planning, improvement systems, employee relations, company-wide committee facilitation, employee safety, welfare, wellness and health, organizational developm- he was a big deal.

      However, he couldn't help but assume part of his popularity was due to his looks and charisma. He had to be between the youngest in his department, and he was handsome if he dared say so himself. And he did dare.

     Narcissistic much, yes, and mirrors didn't help his case. Whenever he spotted one it was mere impulse to stop and run a hand down whichever formal tie he'd chosen for the day, move the knot left-left-right before running a hand down the material once again. It could be viewed an obsessive compulsion, because it was.

     However it was as far as his OCD went, because he was far from the whole routine concept. In fact, he had to be the most forgetful individual in the entire Vex building.

     Surprising, considering his job and statute, but it was in his nature. That's where his secretary came in handy big time.

     But she couldn't possibly come in handy now, as he completely forgot what floor he was going for. The elevator stood still and obedient, waiting for his demands, but the man was merely standing straight, eyes cast over the too many buttons.

     His brows, hidden by dyed pitch black hair, were lowered slightly as to go with the squint of his clear green eyes. His large chin that faded into a square jaw was tilted up in an almost scolding manner.

     But after some time of that, the elevator decided it has had quite enough of his shenanigan and began moving on its own.

     Morris pulled a nonchalant face and turned 180 degrees to face the mirror. He looked himself over and threw his arms forwards as to raise his cuffs before doing the usual fix of the tie.

     This one was of a faded dark brown with faint vintage patterns that were only visible in the right light. It matched his vest of a lighter shade, underneath his dark blue suit.

     Just as he was about to move the knot to the right, the doors slid open and in strolled none other than the CEO.

     Morris turned towards him with a thin smile and shook the old man's hand.

     "Good day Mr. Hundall!"

     "Morris! Oh, look at you, classy as always." he chuckled, entering in a suit that was expensive looking but nothing out of the ordinary like Morris's old-style fashion. Old enough to own a top hat, but his secretary had laughed at him until he quit it. That didn't stop him from wearing it at home, though.

     "That is one nice tie, Morris. You know you can trust a man that knows his knots." he chuckled.

     "Yes, Eldredge knot, my personal favorite." he shrugged. "The tie was a gift."

     It wasn't, he just wouldn't want anyone to know his source. He had them shipped from England, and seeing as he lived in Portland, USA the shipment cost about half of the product.

     "I see." Mr. Hundall grumbled, eyeing the knot. "Chic."

     "I could tie yours as so." Morris offered.

     "Nah, my wife would not like that."

     Morris laughed genuinely and made place as the elevator came to a stop. "Have a nice day, sir."

     "You too, Morris." the man laughed, stepping out.

     Morris watched the doors slide close with his lower lip between his teeth, eager.

     Once the natural light in the hallway thinned to just a slit before disappearing, Morris slapped the button to the very last floor before popping his earphones in.

     He faced the mirror and played his jam. He mouthed the opening speech he knew like the back of his hand, his face animated.

      "So I was sitting at there in the bar and this guy comes up to me and he said 'My life stinks' and I saw his gold credit card and the way he was looking at people across the room and I looked at his face and you know, what a good looking face, and I just said 'Dude'," he scoffed. "'Your perspective on life sucks'."

     With that, he started jerking his body to the beat, barely keeping from laughing at his reflection.

     Yes, he'd dance in the elevator. Considering all the tasks his job required, moments of relief such as this were a must.

     He used to know some of the puppet-like movements in the music video, but he... forgot them every time, and so he let the music carry him. Now, anyone that had ever let music carry them knows that things tend to get wild.

     Which was fine because, really, who was watching?

     Little did Morris know.

I'm giggling to myself. Poor Morris! I'd die if someone were to watch me dance alone without my knowing XD

So. Who is pumped? c:

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