The Boss's office

Zeke made his way to his cubicle, hands shaking as he went, almost spilling his coffee. As soon as he got there, he could see a little pink note on his keyboard, unsigned, it read “My office Now!”

Zeke sighed and didn’t bother sitting down. He knew who the note was from Ariel Silverman, Head of Fullfilment. His boss. Shit! He trudged wearily towards the other end of the office ignoring the heads that swivelled towards him, (and the little thought bubbles which floated alongside them) and made his way to his doom. He knew Niamh’s thoughts were right. He had been warned before. Fuck it, he thought, he loved coming here to watch the women in their tight blouses and skirts but the actual job was killing him. Besides he was overwhelmingly distracted by this thought bubble thing. Was he the only person who could see them? It appeared so. No-one else was glancing beside or above anyone else’s heads to read what they were thinking. He couldn’t yet think how this was going to make a living for him, or replace his colleagues with their exquisite appeal that regularly featured in his masturbatory fantasies (Niamh was a regular star in these he considered – as was Ariel herself come to think of it).

He knocked and went in.

Obviously waiting for him, a furious looking Ariel sat on the edge of her desk and watched him come in. By now, he was looking at the bubble instinctively. Ariel’s thoughts read “Asshole”

Oh shit! thought Zeke. Its happening then. I actually am getting fired!