2.a.xii
The
bossman was fuming. He shouldn’t be
fuming. After all, the bull had been located. A tech support agent doing a standard system
reboot on a short circuited CEO had made the ID and sent out the alert. He should be elated. And he would’ve been if it wasn’t for that
bitch from the East Side Branch. In
accordance with a request that her search report be brought to him the moment
it was finally filed, a subordinate brought him the print out. It was submitted two minutes after the tech
support agent created the sighting alert.
It
read: East Side
Branch is happy to report that a successful search for subject: the Bull has
been completed. Subject was sighted at
Waldos, store number 459, in the manager’s office with a malfunctioning CEO and
the North Side Branch’s former secretary, Ms. Adams. East Side Branch is therefore happy to report
a successful search for subject: Ms. Adams as well.
The
bossman spasmed with a deep, broiling rage every time he thought of the report;
which was quite often. His office had
born the brunt of his fury and would require several days of clean up, repair,
and re-filing.