Chapter Two

The wet guy started to climb the small stairs that led to the office hall, I mean, where he worked. Barnard & Associates. Not a lawyer thing, though it looks like that. You know, the name may make you think that it has something to do with lawyers, but in fact it's completely different. OK, I won't know what does our wet guy do inside the office, but I can tell you that it has nothing to do with lawyers. Should we keep on? Barnard (I suppose it was him, because of the name of the company) wanted to help people with their investments, and he created the company "Barnard & Associates" with that aim. It sounds fun, but "the wet guy"'s boss was also named Barnard, but had nothing to do with the founder. It would be really funny if someone confused him with the actual founder. Something kinda difficult, because the founder was much older than this boss. Our wet guy often joked with that coincidence.

He waved the pretty receptionist and walked towards the lift.

-Good morning, Mr. Beliero - answered the receptionist.

Well, now we know something about his name. The wet guy now is Mr. Beliero. Strange name, huh? Maybe Italian? Mr. Beliero pushed the "5" button on the lift pannel, a "ding" came up, and the doors slowly closed. A teenager was running to get into the lift, but he couldn't make it in time.

-Damn! - he shaked his arms in the air, and saw himself forced to wait for the lift to come down again.

Seconds later, another "Ding" sounded on the fifth floor. Mr. Beliero got out of the lift, as everyday, and put his coat off and hung it on the clothes stand. Then he walked a bit through the office's modules, reached the one numbered "517", and sat and turned on his PC. From his little route through the fifth floor, he knew that, at least, modules 505, 510 and 513 were occupied. As everyday. A door opened, and just before it closed again, with a great SLAM!, the kind of SLAM! you would hear after a married couple's argument, all the modules heard:

- Marco!

Mr. Beliero let the OS start automatically, got up and walked until he reached the recently closed door. Now we know that his name is Marco, so I guess it will be better for our understanding, and our mental sanity, to call him "Marco" from now on, because both the wet guy and Mr. Beliero are kinda long ways for referring to him, don't you think? Good. Marco knocked the door a couple of times, and when he heard something like a growl from inside, he opened the door and got inside.

- Close it - Marco closed the door after him, and instintively sat in front of the desk in the room. The desk owned by his boss, Barnard. That one that has nothing to do with the founder, yeah, THAT Barnard - I hope you know about your project...

- I know it has to be finished this week, Barn - Marco, I don't know why, loved calling his boss "Barn". Maybe it resembled him the pigs and that that kinds of animals. At first, Barnard always became mad when Marco referred to him that way, but now he assumed that it was part of his everyday life - It's still Tuesday. Why the hurry?.

- How much have 'ya completed until now?

- You've drunk coffee today, haven't ya?

- As I do everyday, Marco.

- Oh, so you should've doubled the dose.

- Yeah, whatever. Just make sure you finish it THIS week.

- You done?.

- Yes. Get outta here.

It may sound weird, or cheeky (maybe because it is), but Marco treated his boss as if he was a backyard friend or something. Barn hated that, but... now he assumed that it was part of his everyday life.

Marco exited the rrom, closed the door after him, and walked back to his 517 module. No, it wasn't a hotel room, if you're wondering that. He logged in with his company's account, and, after a pretty but useless sound, he opened his SDK software. While it was loading up, he double-clicked on the IM soft. He used to chat with other "500s" (it's how he called his colleagues on the fifth floor, the "500s"), but certain days he also talked with other people. Lovers. Maybe tea lovers, maybe wall lovers, maybe sex-lovers (because sex is everywhere today... luckily?), but lovers after all. People that loved something, or someone. Even themselves. A conversation window popped up.

Hannah - RatLover says:

HELLO.

"Yeah, yeah. You have a project to finish; so, for now, ignore her. You have a job to do, and you get paid for that. So, do it"

Y aquí tenemos la segunda entrega de mi intento de historia.

Salu2.