“As I said earlier this is Jennifer from Beateval.” Mark said to his helpdesk staff. n3m0 checked his watch. 2:55 PM, I think I’ll have an executive lunch hour tomorrow. Looking around at the other drones in helpdesk, they all seemed to be smiling at Jennifer. n3m0 couldn’t really blame the other guys; she looked fabulous. But when they were feeling anticipation, n3m0 was closer to hostility.
When she started to speak her words never registered in n3m0’s mind, instead he found himself traveling to Middle Earth.
There was a long silence. At last Frodo spoke with hesitation. “I believed that you were a friend before the letter came,” he said, “or at least I wished to. You have frightened me several times tonight, but never in the way that servants of the Enemy would, or so I imagine. I think one of his spies would – well, seem fairer and feel fouler, if you understand.”
Jennifer is fair but feels foul, n3m0 found himself agreeing with Frodo’s wisdom.
“I see,” laughed Strider. “I look foul and feel fair. Is that it? All that is gold does not glitter, not all those that wander are lost.”
“Did the verses apply to you then?” asked Frodo. “I could not make out what they were about. But how did you know that they were in Gandalf’s letter, if you have never seen it?”
“I did not know,” he answered. “But I am Aragorn, and the verses most definitely were not about Jennifer.” Sam said nothing.
As Jennifer stopped talking, n3m0’s consciousness returned to the office. Seeing her with new eyes he thought dreamingly, my precious.
“Let’s save the questions for later,” Mark interrupted the explosion in the room. “As Ms. Hartpence was saying her company is one that specializes in call center services just like this helpdesk department.”
“We are going to outsource helpdesk to Beateval, for most of you that will mean you’ll have closer to work.”
n3m0 almost laughed. Remembering the visiting address from Beateval’s website he knew he would be adding at least half an hours travel in each direction.
Well isn’t this ironic, I start working in this dump in order to climb a ladder which is knocked down by those above and now sold by the man in charge. n3m0’s eyes found Jennifer’s cleavage, I wonder if this was a financial decision.
n3m0 was having trouble staying focused on the discussion and he missed Simon’s question.
“To be frank, it’s my fault,” Mark answered, “lately I haven’t had time to involve myself in helpdesk.”
I think what you’re trying to say is that you haven’t cared enough.
“And I know that Jennifer will out perform me any day, besides I’ve heard they have just as good dental care as we do.”
The group chuckled.
“No Mark, that’s actually wrong. Ours is much better!” Jennifer showed off her perfect white teeth.
The group laughed.
The meeting went on for an hour; Jennifer seemed to be charming the lot of them. n3m0 on the other hand was feeling weak. At the end of the meeting he could see an imagined BSD demon jumping up and down on his shoulders. Over and over it was screaming “Division by zero, division by zero!”
[tags]security, stories, fiction, insider threat[/tags]