The Alexandria Project, Chap. 3: I just HATE it when that Happens

“Monday morning Frank arrived at work early. He scooped up the
office copies of the daily newspapers from the pavement outside the
staff door of the Library of Congress and noticed that the
Washington Times was missing. No need to wonder who arrived first
today – that would be Rick – the only employee that
wouldn’t bother to bring in a paper for anyone other than
himself.

“Sure enough, as Frank strode up the half-lit corridor in Cube
City, there was Rick standing next to his cubicle, coffee cup in
hand. His face lit up as soon as he saw Frank. “Morning,
Frank,” he called out. “Recovered from your big
Saturday night yet?” He raised his coffee cup in a mock toast
and leaned casually against his cube so Frank could barely squeeze
past.

“But to Rick’s surprise, Frank gave him a hearty welcome
as he wedged past. “Great to see you, Rick, ‘ole fella! Only
70 more security-filled days till February 28, huh?” Frank
smiled as he sauntered down the aisle to the sound of coffee
spraying from Rick’s mouth. Frank wondered just how long it
would be before Rick showed up, shamefaced, to ask for help. A week
at most, he thought.

“Frank’s own smug smile faded when he snapped on his
cubicle lights and saw the note waiting for him: “See me ASAP
– George.”

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