Desperate to find a regular job, he had sent many applications and sat for several interviews. He was thrilled to receive the appointment letter that was delivered to him by courier.
“You have understood the secrecy clause of your work, haven’t you?” human resource manager reminded him, “do not discuss your job outside, do not think of making a copy and do not dream of sharing anything with an outsider”.
“This is your office,” he was ushered into the small windowless room that was lit by a powerful fluorescent lamp on a bright sunny day.
“I shall have to spend eight hours every day, more if asked to, in this room analyzing data for some shadowy agency,” he wondered looking at his work bench, “what have I agreed to in my eagerness to land a job!”
Every time he hankered to see a bit of sky, soak in warm of sun light, he remembered the ominous tone and steely voice of the personnel manager. Only bright spot for him was a bunch of freshly cut sun flowers with long stem in a glass flower vase. The flowers brightened the room for him as an emissary of the sunny day outside.
Word Count : 200
Photo Credit : Janet Puddicombe