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"This," said Simmons, throwing a stack of papers onto the mahogany table, "is totally unacceptable!" The papers hit the table and took flight, briefly swirling in the air. It was enough to distract Peter, the newest employee and youngest of the group.
A shorty story by Daniel Verastiqui
© Daniel Verastiqui. All Rights Reserved.
"This," said Simmons, throwing a stack of papers onto the mahogany table, "is totally unacceptable!" The papers hit the table and took flight, briefly swirling in the air. It was enough to distract Peter, the newest employee and youngest of the group. He watched as one of the papers danced along the table, until a large hand came down upon it, smacking it to the wooden surface with a resounding thud.
"That's just it!" Simmons continued. "No one around here is concentrating. Here we are with one of the biggest networks in the country and you (turning directly to Peter) can't keep your mind on the task at hand. Load it, Phil."
Phil was standing by the front of the room, to the left of a large plasma display. He turned around and pressed a few buttons on the panel behind him, which caused the screen to light up, flashing the familiar NSR logo. The lights dimmed and Simmons walked slowly up to the screen.