A Revolutionary Idea

‘I just don’t know,’ Arlov sighed, shaking his head. ‘Has anybody else ever said yes to this proposal?’

         ‘Oh yeah,’ Ollena smiled, wiping the sweat from her brow as casually as possible to avoid showing how nervous she was. ‘Plenty of people.’

         Arlov raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t working.

         ‘They said yes?’

         ‘Well, they didn’t say no, exactly…’

         Arlov stood up from the table, sending his chair skating backwards. ‘Thank you,’ he said, curtly. ‘I’ve had a lovely time.’

         ‘Wait!’ Ollena threw herself over the corner of the table, rushing between him and the office door. ‘I promise, this isn’t as dumb as it sounds! It’s the latest trend in commercial office design! Melbourne is practically bursting with them!’

         ‘Miss…’

         ‘Baborovich!’ Ollena grinned.

         ‘Miss Baborovich,’ Arlov leaned in. ‘We aren’t in Melbourne, are we?’

         ‘Are you sure?’ Ollena tried, feebly. ‘There’s so much snow out there, it really could be any city.’

         Arlov allowed himself a tight grin, then reached for his hat and jacket by the doorframe. Striding towards the elevator bank, he adjusted his hat. Dashing inside the waiting car, he turned back to Ollena.

         ‘Good day,’ he nodded. ‘For what it’s worth, I wish you luck.’

         The doors slipped shut.

         ‘Dammit!’ Ollena growled to herself.

         ‘No luck?’ her assistant piped up from where he’d been hiding.

         ‘Not yet.’

         ‘That’s the spirit!’ he grinned at her. ‘Someone will recognise your genius soon enough!’

         Ollena rolled her eyes. She turned and gestured at the display office they’d set up. ‘Not before this place sends me into debt!’

         ‘It’s a tricky business, affordable office space design. Around Melbourne–’

         ‘Oh, I know about Melbourne!’ Ollena snapped. ‘I’m the one who told you about Melbourne!’

         She leant against one of the large, moveable walls set up in a row in the middle of the room and sighed.

         ‘Cubicles,’ she whispered to herself. ‘What a dumb idea. Who’s ever going to want to put cubicles in an office?’

With A View

‘Gary… Gary, what is that?’

         Gary looked up from his potted plant and set down the watering can, sauntering over to where his boss, Harvey, sat looking out of the window. The view was incredible, Gary had to concede. He didn’t know how any of those corner-office types actually got any work done. He supposed that was why their desks faced away from the glass.

         ‘Gary!’ Harvey snapped, bringing Gary back to attention.

         ‘Sorry sir?’

         ‘That,’ Harvey pointed across the street at the skyscraper opposite them. Gary walked closer to the glass, trying to see what he could be gesturing at. After a few moments of unsuccessful squinting, Harvey rolled his eyes and smacked a pair of binoculars into Gary’s side. Grimacing, Gary raised them up.

         ‘Stanley and Gable?’ he asked.

         ‘What the hell is going on in that firm?’ Harvey confirmed.

         ‘It looks like they’re just… renovating? Like they’ve hired a company who specialises in office design. Melbourne should only have a few, if you want me find out who they went w–’

         ‘I don’t care about that, you twit!’ Harvey snatched the binoculars away. ‘I care about the Henderson case!’

         ‘The big trial?’ Gary, asked, confused.

         ‘Yes,’ Harvey sighed, sinking back into his padded leather chair. ‘The big trial. The biggest trial. Stanley and Gable are our opposing council, and we go to court in a few weeks.’

         ‘Is that why you moved into this office?’ Gary frowned. ‘To keep an eye on them?’

         ‘No,’ Harvey shifted. ‘Maybe. Doesn’t matter. What matters is why they feel like they have time to… to… to organise new office fitouts! Melbourne isn’t known for its speedy renovation, dammit! We barely have time to change the coffee filters!’

         ‘They must have found someone good,’ Gary shrugged. ‘Quick and reliable.’

         Harvey narrowed his eyes at the younger man. ‘You sound like you… know something. Do you know something, Gary?’

         Gulping, Gary stepped back. ‘N-no, of course not, I was just saying–’

         He ducked as a pair of binoculars went flying over his head, and quickly fled the office, slamming the door shut behind him.