The Storage Room Strategist

Summary

At this company, no one has spoken a word to me in three months.

I enter the break room; they leave.

I get in the elevator; they wait for the next one.

Around my desk, there is a three-meter dead zone where no one dares to step.

My desk was moved to the storage room. My neighbors are the office printer, a broom, and a stack of calendars from last year.

Today is the Annual Gala.

I woke up at 5 AM.

Not because I was nervous, but because I was excited.

I’ve been waiting three months for today.