It was strange, but she didnāt care anymore. Tracy had pushed her too far and instead of feeling immense sadness, she felt nothing. It didnāt matter that she had to see him every day, it didnāt matter that he was happy without her, it didnāt - Vera stared at her box of staples in horror. Now here was something that really mattered. Instead of the long, uniform rows of staples she expected, they were broken, jumbled, and largely useless. She held the box over the trash can, then changed her mind at the last moment.
āWhere are you going, Vera?ā Tracy asked as she walked by his office.
āJust paying it forward,ā Vera held up the box of staples. Reaching Lynn's office, she cracked the door cautiously. Looking behind her, she jumped, āGod, Tracy, could you not move so quietly?ā
āNext time Iāll cough like this, āeh-heh,āā Tracy faked a cough into the crook of his elbow.
Vera slipped into Lynn's office, sliding the top drawer of his desk open. She froze for a moment, entranced by the feng shui of the contents. Carefully she picked up his box of staples and slid it open. āTracy,ā she pulled out a row of blue staples, āDid you do this?ā
āYeah, he hates the colored ones. They stick together when you try to staple,ā Tracy grinned.
āAre there any good staples in this building, or did you hit everyone?ā
āCome hither,ā Tracy waved her into his office. As she followed him, she could hear someone swearing from across the room. āThat's Sarah,ā Tracy stage whispered, āI magnetized hers.ā Tracy hefted a briefcase onto the desk. He dialed a code, then popped it open with gangster flair. Nestled inside was box after box of staples, still in the shrink wrap.
āAlright, what do you want in exchange for that suitcase?ā Vera ran her finger down the row of boxes.
Tracy snapped the briefcase shut, āNo touchy. What I want is chaos, disruption, and general mayhem.ā
Vera shrugged. She had little doubt Tracy would get what he wanted. He always got what he wanted. āIāll just go ask Keith,ā she turned her back to him.
āOh, youāll be back,ā Tracy crooned, āThey always come back.ā
Five people surrounded Keithās desk. āDon't shoot the messenger,ā Keith held up a box of staples, ābut this is all I have and it's empty. Someone ransacked the supply closet. Iāve ordered more, but they won't be here until tomorrow.ā
āWorkaround,ā Vera suggested sarcastically, ājust xerox everything and set the copier to staple.ā
Sarah opened her mouth to protest, then changed her mind, āThat would actually work.ā
āThe trees are crying,ā Walter shook his head.
When she returned to her desk, there was a box of candies on top of a packet held together with a blue staple.
Tracy appeared above her cube wall, āArenāt you going to come ask me about the staples again?ā
āNope,ā Vera opened the box and shook out a candy, āI donāt need them.ā
āVeeeeera,ā Tracy whined, ācāmon and have fun with me.ā
āIs there something you actually need from me?ā Vera rattled her spacebar, āIf not, I kind of have work to do.ā
āWhere are you going, Vera?ā Tracy asked as she walked by his office.
āJust paying it forward,ā Vera held up the box of staples. Reaching Lynn's office, she cracked the door cautiously. Looking behind her, she jumped, āGod, Tracy, could you not move so quietly?ā
āNext time Iāll cough like this, āeh-heh,āā Tracy faked a cough into the crook of his elbow.
Vera slipped into Lynn's office, sliding the top drawer of his desk open. She froze for a moment, entranced by the feng shui of the contents. Carefully she picked up his box of staples and slid it open. āTracy,ā she pulled out a row of blue staples, āDid you do this?ā
āYeah, he hates the colored ones. They stick together when you try to staple,ā Tracy grinned.
āAre there any good staples in this building, or did you hit everyone?ā
āCome hither,ā Tracy waved her into his office. As she followed him, she could hear someone swearing from across the room. āThat's Sarah,ā Tracy stage whispered, āI magnetized hers.ā Tracy hefted a briefcase onto the desk. He dialed a code, then popped it open with gangster flair. Nestled inside was box after box of staples, still in the shrink wrap.
āAlright, what do you want in exchange for that suitcase?ā Vera ran her finger down the row of boxes.
Tracy snapped the briefcase shut, āNo touchy. What I want is chaos, disruption, and general mayhem.ā
Vera shrugged. She had little doubt Tracy would get what he wanted. He always got what he wanted. āIāll just go ask Keith,ā she turned her back to him.
āOh, youāll be back,ā Tracy crooned, āThey always come back.ā
Five people surrounded Keithās desk. āDon't shoot the messenger,ā Keith held up a box of staples, ābut this is all I have and it's empty. Someone ransacked the supply closet. Iāve ordered more, but they won't be here until tomorrow.ā
āWorkaround,ā Vera suggested sarcastically, ājust xerox everything and set the copier to staple.ā
Sarah opened her mouth to protest, then changed her mind, āThat would actually work.ā
āThe trees are crying,ā Walter shook his head.
When she returned to her desk, there was a box of candies on top of a packet held together with a blue staple.
Tracy appeared above her cube wall, āArenāt you going to come ask me about the staples again?ā
āNope,ā Vera opened the box and shook out a candy, āI donāt need them.ā
āVeeeeera,ā Tracy whined, ācāmon and have fun with me.ā
āIs there something you actually need from me?ā Vera rattled her spacebar, āIf not, I kind of have work to do.ā