After waiting for ten whole minutes, Atlas grew impatient. If left untouched, the potion would mature into a tea that when consumed would completely destroy the one who drank it, from the inside out. Despite appreciating the pure evil of the brew, he knew what he was developing now was much more important. He decided he must brave the second floor, and the presence of his coworkers. He went to a medium sized wardrobe, located under the stairs. He pulled out a large trench coat, a wide brimmed hat, and large, almost novelty sunglasses. He changes his clothing yet again, into thick winter pants, wool socks, large boots. He applied sunblock to his face, put on some gloves, and headed upstairs.
The general lobby of W&R had two windows to the front, making it quite a hazard for Atlas to venture to the upper floors. He almost glided past Markiel’s desk, giving him the finger as he went toward the stairs. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed some kid walk through the main doors. He had read something about a new arrival in some memo, but thought nothing of it. He shuddered at the thought of having new coworkers. He despised most of his current coworkers, but since he needed the ingredient for the catalyst, he went upstairs to brave the horrors of human socialization.
He climbed up the wooden steps to the office space. He probably had an office up here, but couldn’t handle all the sunlight exposure. He saw most of his coworkers crowded around the kitchenette, where the donuts would be. He sighed, and braved it. He approached the crowd of people, trying to snag a powdered donut. He finally grasped one, and took it quickly, accidentally bumped into Lenya.
“Sorry”, he grumbled. He realized he had been sucked into the conversation, and almost ran. But he needed to keep composure, so he had to play along.
“So, everyone….how is...the work day….so far?”. It had been a good while since he had a proper conversation, and was quite bad at it.
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