My Office—DAY
When I get back to the office, Iris is struggling over some calculations in the library area, trying to figure out the acreage of a potential project from a blue print.
The Boss has some “homework” of the same kind for me. The lot is oddly shaped, but I know to break it down into simple shapes and add their areas together, so I zip through the calculations and am finished in moments.
Iris wants help and coyly climbs up upon the light table I’m working at and stretches out to look over my shoulder, rubbing bashfully, but suggestively against me, and kicking her legs behind me. I try to help her and also not get excited, but then am distracted by some of the files and slides when I notice some shots of the Village, and some letters and things mentioning or signed by the Farmer. Iris doesn’t believe it nor find it interesting, but says “Show me.”
I pick up a book seeing a shot of the mountains, but this one is not the Village, it is a picture of the farm compound where we’ve been staying.
Now she is really annoyed that I have lost interest in helping her. Some of her friends come in, chattering and gossiping loudly and making weekend plans. This is my cue to leave, and I leave and head to my own space, cutting through the IT department were the largely Asian staff seems to be getting ready for a party despite the terrible storms that are about to hit.
After not too long a time working at the small desk in my cramped, windowless office space, I finally look up to find Iris again.
Even better, she is sitting on my lap with a slice of pizza feeding me with a plastic fork none too soon after.
“All these months,” I wonder, “You’ve been giving me a look like you wanted to speak to me, why all this now?”
“I guess I’m a little braver now that you are on my turf.” She gushes back.
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