The chairs are all shapes and sizes and colors. I jump from chair to chair until I find one that feels amazing on my back. I smile to myself, spinning around to see where Frankie has gone. He’s moved a ton of cabinets out of the way to get to the back.
“You don’t have to do that,” I call out.
“Nonsense! It’s my job.”
I let him do his thing and pull out my phone to text Cammy.
“Are you getting the royal treatment too?”
I stare at my phone, hoping for a response, but I don’t get one, so I close out of it and pull up Solitaire.
“Found one!” Frankie calls out after a few minutes. The metal slides along the floor as he drags it out from behind the others. He gets it on a hand-truck and stops in front of me. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
I wheel my chair to the elevator and up we go. I lead the way back to my office, rolling the chair in front of me whilehe follows behind, pushing the hand-truck and my brand new filing cabinet without a jammed drawer and that has a key.
He sets it in the spot I want it, hands me the key, then leaves to get my computer. He’s back in ten minutes, and it takes him another ten minutes to get everything connected and plugged in.
“These are already set up for use, so you don’t have to wait for IT or anything. You should be able to log in with your email and password.”
“Email and password…” I say. “Yeah, I didn’t get one of those.”
“Well, I guess you’re not allowed to work today then.” He huffs a laugh.
I smile. “I’ll go see Ken.”
“I’ll grab you some supplies while you do that.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“It’s not a problem. Really.”
Is everyone here so nice?
We walk together until we split ways, me going to the right and him to the left. Ken’s door is open, but I still knock.
“Hey, Cassius. Everything okay?”
“Frankie said I need an email and password to get into the computer.”
“Oh, shoot. Yes. I have that all right here. Just give me one minute.”
He continues typing something on his computer. I look around the office. It’s bright with a lot of family photos. His wife is beautiful and his kids are adorable.
“Eleven and eight,” he says, coming to stand beside me. He offers me a paper. “I think they’re getting more difficult as they get older.”
“Yep, that’s for sure.”
“You have kids?” he asks.
“Oh, uh… no. But I have two younger sisters.”
He whistles, then looks at the family photo fondly. It’s of them outside, sitting at a picnic table. His wife and daughter are sitting while he and his son are standing behind them. They’re all smiling. You can see the kids are a perfect mix of him and his wife.
“You have a beautiful family, Ken.”
“Thank you, Cassius.” He smiles appreciatively. “If you have an issue with that password, let me know.”