There was nothing amiss with the sounds that came from the offices of McNorton incorporated, or of the people who walked in and out of its large glass doors.
There was nothing inherently sinister about its white ceramic reception desk, and certainly nothing malicious about the young intern sat behind it typing quietly into a computer.
In fact McNorton Inc Resource management was so unremarkable benign, that even the finance department, widely regarded as the most evil of all departments were often described as happy and amicable people. Even those people many would condone as actually evil or at least slightly corrupt were of a more pleasant kind. The higher management, the kind of men and one equally fierce woman, with large offices full of trophies and books and windows designed to remind you of the buildings height were all very charitable and considered kind and fair employers.
So it was a huge shock to everybody, me included, when the demon did first appear.
It was Monday and Sharon was tired,what was supposed to be a few drinks on a Saturday evening had resulted in her waking up at in a strangers house Sunday afternoon, and she was still being haunted by the remnants of a hangover. That and she’d lost one of her favourite bras.
Gary walked past the desk where Sharon was trying very hard to look she wasnt on Facebook and gave her a shy smile. He had read somewhere that it was the safest type of smile to give a woman you admired.
Sharon looked over at him not dissimilar to how she would have looked at a fox thatgot into her rubbish last Friday, trance mixture of pity and annoyance and went back to Facebook one her friend about bras.
Gary was overjoyed, she looked at me he thought gleefully to himself as he walked into a chair.
Tim watched all of this unfold over the top of his computer screen. He felt a bit sorry for sorry for Gary, he had no chance with Sharon, she thought she was a lot prettier than she was, simply cause she slept with a lot of men.
Tim was the strange kind of quiet person that realised things like, sleeping with lots of people usually means you’re not as pretty as you think you are.