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“Maybe my vintage tech collection.”

“That clock made from an eight-inch floppy would look both ridiculous and awesome against these brick walls.”

“Can you imagine one of those lights shining on that?”

I snickered. “Maybe make it a statement wall. Get a few more clocks… a five-inch… a microwaved CD, a motherboard…”

“That’s actually not a bad idea. It would look cool and intentional.”

I shook my head. “And here I was trying to give you shit.”

He laughed. “But if my office is anything like yours, then it’s the perfect spot for something like that.”

I smiled. “Mind if I try out the chair that costs as much as a used car?”

“As long as you let me try one of the guest chairs that could cover a month’s rent.”

“Deal, then we’ll swap in your office.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

We strode across, and I rounded the modern but clearly expensive wooden desk. I ran my hands over the soft leather of my new chair.

I couldn’t hold back the soft moan as I sat and the expensive foam cradled me. It had been broken in by somebody else, but I could already feel that it would mold to me nicely.

“Good?” Taal teased.

“Sit your ass down and find out for yourself.”

He sat, and though he tried, he couldn’t hold back a sound of satisfaction.

“And that’s the guest chair,” I stated.

He chuckled. “I’ll admit I’d browse their website once in a while. Everybody says they’re worth the price. But I could never justify that much on an office chair.”

“Same,” I agreed. “But I’m starting to think I deprived myself. Cause… holy shit.”

“Ok!” he declared, standing. “My turn! Let’s find my office.”

I laughed and stood. We left my office and tried the one next to mine first, but that door read ‘Josh Andrews, Account Management Lead.’

We decided to continue down the line of smaller offices: empty, human resources, intern experience, marketing and public relations. We reached the three spanning the far wall from Dylan’s: incubator liaison, a shared office for the account management interns, a flex office. Then we were coming back up the other side. It had two empties, one for the facilities manager, one for finance, then we reached one labeled ‘Perry Stone, Legacy and Business Software Lead.’

Finally, right next to Dylan’s office and directly across the executive reception area from mine was Taal’s office.

“Taal Marin, hardware and infrastructure lead,” he read.

“Your turn to have that surreal feeling,” I chuckled.

“Fuck that,” he replied with a laugh. “Let’s check out my new digs.”

He opened the door and scurried toward his desk. “My turn to test out the fancy chair!”

I laughed as I followed behind him and settled into one of the exquisitely comfortable guest chairs.

“I don’t know what fate was doing dropping both Flynn and this building on Dylan all in one day. But I hope she saved enough of that energy for the rest of us,” Taal said.

“The building alone is a fucking miracle,” I agreed. “Fiber already piped in would have been a find. But to have not only the server room… but that other climate-controlled room for the hardware lab? I honestly expected pretty shitty working conditions for at least the first year while we waited for permits and construction to put in everything we needed. But this? Holy shit.”