"Ah, there's my employee of the decade - Michael! Come, sit, take a seat."
Jamie's smile was a blinding glow of pride and admiration even before Michael opened the door to his office.
A month had already passed since the day he first walked himself into employment. Much has changed in that moderately brief span of time, relationships, way of life, and even Jamie's office too.
The desk in the middle now was rarely ever cluttered, and when Jamie swivels and sways about in his seat no longer would he also be accompanied by a cacophony of creaking parts and rickety wheels.
Perhaps the best quality-of-life improvement made was to the ceiling fan above. Gone were the rusted crooked blades, just barely holding by through loose layers of duct tape. Michael took his place opposite Jamie, his toolbelt rustling around his waist, feeling his effort and dedication be rewarded with a cooling breeze spinning rigorously overhead him without a single hint of sound.
