The Office Horse — Part Two of Two

The Office Horse

Part Two: The Horse

Immediately she tried to wiggle out of Rob’s grip, yet at the same time seeking hold at him to lift herself off. Her legs stretched out in a wild search for the ground, but more than a span remained between her toes and the carpet, no matter her struggles. Jördis managed to get a hand before and the other behind her, pushing herself up a crucial centimetre.

“Are you fucking mad?! Let me down!”

The edge was painfully digging into her palms. Reuben had repositioned his hold to her shoulders, effectively preventing the girl from throwing herself off the horse.

“Are they always making such a fuss?”

The Office Horse — Part One of Two

The Office Horse

Part One: The Office

“We run a tight ship here, Ms Dremmer,” the bald department head lectured from the front, and in the same pace he was storming along the corridor. Mr Wicklebimm couldn’t be bothered to hold any door open for the young woman struggling to keep up.

“Do not think of your first day at work as a first day, but as work. There is no need for idleness just because your notepad still has all its sheets blank.”

“Absolutely, sir,” Jördis dared pipe up whilst hurrying behind her new supervisor, the crown of his amazingly smooth head like a beacon at her eye level.