Fan girls

A sound caused me to sit up. It was the first time I'd heard squeals from the women working for me. The office was usually quiet aside from lunch hours. Even then, they didn't make enough noise. I once wondered if I filled the office with disciplined nerds because none of them stepped out of line.

It wasn't far-fetched, since half of them graduated from college before 20. Miles said I employed kids, not knowing I took them in because of how good they sounded, and I was yet to regret that. They were as efficient as those who had been in the business for a long time.

Moreover, all those experienced employees started somewhere. It would be dope if they had it in their resumes that they learned the grids from me. I would be the popular boss, with hundreds of workers testifying in my favour.

Frowning, I got up from my chair and approached my door, eager for some gossip. I would highly appreciate anything that can keep me awake until 3.

I opened the door and stared out. The corridor was