– But it is made for professional designers, and working with this pr…
Here he was interrupted again by the same investor, who had 31 percent of the shares, which was considered the largest in one hand, the next owner had only five percent, the rest even less, but they were the majority. The majority, which now did not decide anything, which could be presented as a violation of the internal charter, but this holder of a large block of shares was so charismatic that no one dared to correct him.
The project was returned for revision.
Jan returned to his office, the ten minutes that passed after that did not change his body position, and the employees who came in, his subordinates, understanding what had happened, seeing his abstract gaze out the window, went back out, not trying to disturb him.
– Fuck! – he said so loudly that the employees passing by couldn't hear it through the open door.
Jan picked up his phone and started scrolling through his contacts, wondering who he could call to distract himself a bit.
He called a friend he went to university with, but he didn't pick up the phone. When he called his wife, he also heard beeps that seemed to go on forever, cutting through the silence like a knife through butter.
He went out into the corridor, but everyone seemed to be hiding from him, so when he went out into the smoking room where the employees were sitting, and he only knew half of their names, and almost all of their last names, the conversation did not work out.
Having delegated his powers to his senior department employee, he went down to the cafe, where he decided to eat a sweet dessert, which gave his brain activity a boost.
The cake that was offered to him was surprisingly similar to the cake from yesterday, and the whole evening and night passed before his eyes, he remembered his wife, who, with her back turned, fucked herself with a silicone cock, and himself, who spilled sperm on the sheet.
The thoughts in his head were mixed up like vegetables in a salad, mixing with fragments of reality, when he managed to catch a glimpse of an employee of his department, whom for some reason he had noticed before.
She was sitting in the corner of a small cafe, where music was playing softly and the smell of roasted coffee was strong. He decided to sit down next to her and start a conversation, breaking all the rules of subordination. But today was a special day for him, a particularly tragic day, so he deliberately went against the internal company rule – not to talk to subordinates about personal matters and especially not to fuck them.
– Hello.
– Hello. We said hello this morning. I'm Nadya, although you probably already know me, but how can you remember everyone?
– I know,– said Jan, although he didn’t know her name, and it’s not like he’d forgotten it; he’d never known her.
She was wearing black trousers and a light shirt, which was the recommended dress code, although not all employees tried to adhere to this rule.
There was no ring on her hand, but she could have been divorced or simply not wearing a ring. Various thoughts continued to visit Jan.
Getting up from the table, he wrote his personal number on a napkin and, patting her on the shoulder, said:
– Call after work.
She didn't answer and stayed to finish her portion of food.
The day at work ended, and Jan was in no hurry to go home, waiting for a call from his co-worker Nadya, whose phone number he for some reason did not ask for. But the phone was silent, he called his wife, but the receiver did not answer.
