I adjust desk nameplate
The only thing adorning the table
Beside my Polyx 630 PC
Company issue of course
My nameplate reads
Bronislava Liska
Personnel Intake
Hard fought position
Though still fairly low
So many vied for this
Yet here I stand
Testament to my spirit
A knock upon the Coreboard walls
All walls white and glaring
In the fluorescent buzz
“Come in” I smile
Door eases open
Silent and ghostly
In walks a waif
Dressed in dregs
And no bigger than my pinky
But in his eyes
Something fiery
Passionate
Ambitious
“Please take a seat mister Novak”
He slides a hand over chair-back
All of him moving like a dance
I pull up his CV
Empty save for a few things
“You wish to become
An Ignis Corporation Webrunner
Yes?”
He nods curtly
Something flickering in his eye
“No recording during interviews
Mister Novak…”
I chide playfully
His eyebrow raising
He presses finger to temple
And the flicker is gone
“You say you were the one
Who perpetrated
The December security break
In which you leaked
Let me see here…
Thirty thousand confidential files
Of our subsidiary Tartarus LLC…”
He nodded again
A smile playing on his lips
“That would be very impressive
If it could be proven”
He then pulls a small flash drive
From some discrete pocket
Sliding across my desk smoothly
I take out my PDA and insert the drive
A few files including one
I, and all Ignis employees know well
“Freenet.exe”
I unplug the drive
Placing it in my drawer
He holds out a hand questioningly
“We’ll have to verify the veracity
But rest assured
You will have an answer
By end of day”
I smile curtly
If he is really
Who he says he is
Those above me
Would kill for the chance
To turn him out
Against our competitors
Dried Ink Ribbon 