
It was not good to be there, for Teya. She sat in her chair and waited. She waited for Mixa to come and tell her about the account she was working on. It had been three years since Teya had joined the offices of Kirdot, Kirdot occupied the floors 3 to 6 of the High Rise, an office building well known in the business area of the city. The city was bustling with many such buildings. The High Rise housed Kirdot and many such offices. The coming and going of people working there was on through most of the day. ‘Floor 03’. An orange painted block read as the elevator passed the second floor, the orange showed through mesh on the upper part of the elevator doors. Mixa got ready to get off the elevator. The elevator door opened and she stepped out of the elevator cabin. The outside was much cooler than the elevator cabin. Mixa felt better, she looked around as she walked on. She had to walk towards the place where Teya sat.
Teya sat near the window. It was not a corner office. It was half a cubicle. Teya sat there waiting. She looked outside the window pane. There was no one outside. It was an afternoon. The people were either inside the office, or far away from it. It was always like that there, around High Rise. Teya looked down, and watched 2 men walk towards the High Rise. They were not particularly interesting or different, yet, Teya watched them with interest.
“Hi”, a sound came from behind her. “Hi”, Teya answered as she turned around, with her swivel chair doing most of the job of turning around, it creaked a little as it turned, Teya felt as if the chair bumped up a little, the chair came to a stop, by the pressing of Teya’s feet on the floor, she saw Mixa as she did that. “How are you?”, Mixa asked. “I am alright, how are you?”, Teya returned the question. “Fine”, came a reply. Mixa placed 2 files on top of Teya’s desk. The files were both light red in color and both has a number on top of them, ‘1234’ and ‘1235’. Teya saw that, and she was not pleased. She knew that most of the coming month was gone now. She would have to scour through some 200 pages each of each of the files, that was the average thickness there. Mixa kept quiet for a bit. Teya did not respond. She took half a minute to recover. “What is this about?”, she asked Mixa, although, she knew what that was, a never ending bunch of reports, charts, pictures, sheets and accounts of some company that Kirdot had gotten paid to work for. It was mostly accounting, analysis work. The second file had the same contents. Teya sighed. Mixa seemed to sigh. Nearby, in another half cubicle, a male worker sighed as well, just like his dog had sighed in the morning. “It is the usual. Nothing much. It should be a breeze”. Mixa smiled, Teya laughed, part of her died inside though, the part which was not coming back, she knew it. “Breeze, alright”, Teya said and looked outside. Outside, there was sun and air, but, no breeze.
“Alright, do you want to go through them now? I can brief you on the contents. I am familiar with both the accounts. I have worked with these for a year now.” Mixa asked. Teya wanted to kill Mixa by shooting her between her eyes and she wanted to then dance on her fallen body, an office fantasy she had held dear to herself for the last 2 years, and, then she wanted to go get a strawberry flavored ice cream, manufactured by Ice One. She took a second and replied, “Okay”. For the next 10 minutes, they both went through the drudgery of looking at something that no human wants to look at, numbers, lines and accounts. It paid though. Mixa talked enthusiastically, Teya listened passively, she discarded half the talk. ‘Rubbish’, she knew it. It would take a month, she would have to begin from the start, work on all of it herself and generate a 20 page summary for her boss. Teya listened on. In ten minutes, she was done, Mixa said, “we are done here, please give me a call if you need help on this”, she said and then got up to leave. She said, “bye” and started to walk away from Teya’s desk. She took not more than 2 steps before she was called by Teya. “What is your extension number?” “203”, Mixa turned back, replied, and then walked back in the direction of the elevator. Teya sat back.
Present Day
Teya had aimed her gun at the center of the forehead of a scar. Her past in the building flew past her eyes in a flash, then, she shot, the scar fell down, she looked down and shot it again. ‘She is not Mixa’. Teya exclaimed to herself. Then, she walked on, the floor was covered in dirt and papers and dirty water. She walked on. There was no one with her. She kept her gun trained in the front.
The High Rise looked great, still. It was still a high rise. People still swarmed it and people still worked in it. It was business. Teya kept walking. The High Rise rose above her head, high in the sky, its glory unaffected by the changes in the circumstances. The sky above it was still grey blue. The buildings around it, still tall and standing. It was truly a marvel of the times. Those tall strctures stood the test of time, and they stood straight.
Teya looked back and then in front. Then, she looked up, she would have to go up, to the roof. ‘This is going to be a busy time’. It was a test time for her. The roof was always something challenging. It always was teeming with scars and something more at times. If the door down to the ground floor were blocked by something, she would have to jump from the roof. Teya sighed, then smiled and then took a step up, on the stairs, a small step for a small sized person, but, a big step for humanity.
