Mi Oficina Novels & Stories

Mike smiled as he took in on the appearance of his office yet again. The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

ELI My phone rang as I finished up the dishes. Carter’s name flashed across the screen and I froze, I was alone and probably unprepared for whatever he was about to say. I answered anyway. “Uhm, this is new. Please tell me there's no problem.” “Not yet” his voice was cold “Are you on your way in?” “Nope, not at all” even though I felt the urge to lie that I was on my way. “Well hurry. I need you and Maya in my office immediately. The minute you step onto campus”

Mia, my best friend and my only staff, was by the door to receive me the moment I stepped in. “Good morning, twinnie,” Mia teased me with a smile. A ploy to keep me off guard, and I fell for it. Because the next second, she lunged for the iced coffee and the little bag of cookies in my hands. Her movement fast and feral. I laughed as I walked deeper into the office, watching Mia munch greedily at the cookies. It was a two-room office. My office and Mia’s. It had always been the both of us against the world since we met in college.

Immediately they walked out of the company, Mia took some steps ahead of Layla and quickly opened the Bugatti Centodieci's door that was parked at the company entrance, exactly where the shade ended. Mia curled her hair. “Enter, ma.” Layla walked majestically into the car, and Mia closed the door before she entered the front and sat down. “This is Michael, your driver, ma.” Mia introduced. “Good day, ma.” Michael bowed his head without looking back. Layla saw his face in the front mirror. She wore a welcoming smile and responded, “Good day.” Michael started the car and drove out of Maximo investment. TRIBECA NEW YORK CITY

“Come this way, I’ll show you to your desk.” Miranda followed him to the lifts, and she took note that he selected floor four. They stood in the lift in silence. Miranda shifted uncomfortably. He was friendlier than the receptionist but still seemed a little serious. The lift doors opened to reveal a typical open-plan office. Some of the desks were separated into cubicles, but mostly you could see each individual desk. Once they reached their floor Mike began explaining where things were. “Over there is where you can store your lunch if you bring it with you. We do have a cafeteria though if you prefer...”

“Thank you.” “You said you wanted to talk to me about something? Did you get more ideas for the car?” Mia shook her head and took a tentative step into the office. Her palms were sweating. “No, but I do need to talk to you about something important.” He smiled and nodded. “Of course. Let me just finish this email, and we can talk. Have a seat; this will just take a second.”

Author's POV: “This is my office?!” Mia exclaimed, unable to hide the shock from her voice. On the door was a nameplate: Youth Counsellor. And then Mia G. It was her office. The door was open and she slowly walked into the space. It was even bigger now that she was inside. There were plants everywhere, books lining the shelf on one corner, expensive-looking furniture, rugs, and chairs. Her desk was on the other side of the room, backing the window. It also had her name on a sign next to it.

Mia followed Veronica through the maze, trying her best to keep track of the twists and turns this time so that she didn’t get lost on her way back to her assigned area. Eventually, they reached a door with a touchpad next to it where she would enter a code. “This is your office. Your code has already been created for you. I’ll show you how to change it some other time, but for now, it’s 8236.” Veronica punched it in, and the door beeped, glowed green, and she was able to turn the knob.