Chapter 3: Company Funds
The sun is rising once again, a new day for John. He gets out of his wooden bed, with a white mattress and sheet, and gets a call. As he sits there in a bland badge room, equipped with the finest bare minimum money can be saved, all sanity immediately goes through the closed window. Bombarded by the terrible morning call of doom John calms down, walks into his garage, and opens the generic toolbox he uses to fix his generic car.
Half an hour later John arrives at the wonderful job he's clumsily landed in, with a fresh mind, new phone, and peace of mind knowing his old boss will never force him to get up at 4 am ever again.
As John "familiarised" himself with the computer program by doing the bare minimum of sitting in a chair doing nothing for hours everyday, he enjoyed the fruits of his fake labour. Eating at fancy diners, buying the most fashionable pastel blue shirts, and buying an entire new house, complete with not three, but twenty whole unused dust gathering rooms. There was no dust though, John wasn't around to make it. A man who was once the second in command for pencil colourings was enjoying massive parties with the richest of the rich, withholding thousands from the poor, and singlehandedly forcing the company to move offices into a cheaper building.
Then one day, walking into his still fancy office - of which only him and James works in anymore - hears some words. John dosen't quite proccess the seemingly impossible arrangment of syllables at first. He realises.
"Are you excited sir? The construction is due to start in a week! I can't wait to finally see the design you've come up with."