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.