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Office Design

Office Building Site

‘Hey, what the hell are you doing on my site?’ I barked across the noisy din of construction.

A small man in a suit looked at me and then rushed over with a grin.

‘Mister Andrews?’ he asked, when he got within shouting distance, not quite as practiced at being heard over construction equipment as I was.

‘Who’s asking?’ I frowned. ‘And where’s your hard hat?’

‘I, uh,’ he stammered, patting his balding head. ‘Oh, golly, I don’t—’

‘Hey, Joey,’ I tapped the arm of a passing builder, ‘go and get my new lawyer friend a hard hat, would ya?’

‘How did you know I was a lawyer,’ the man frowned, as Joey rushed off with a nod.

I raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down.

‘Fair enough,’ he grinned, slightly too widely. ‘I’m here to talk to you about this job.’

‘What about it,’ I said, picking up my clipboard and starting my rounds.

‘Well, we understand that the office design is a bit… dated.’

‘Excuse me?’ I stopped in my tracks, the lawyer almost running into my back. ‘We’re carpet installers. We’re doing exactly as we were told.’

‘No offence,’ he quickly stammered. ‘There are just some more – slightly more! – interesting commercial office designs around Melbourne that we’d like you to take a look at.’

‘Buddy, I’m not in charge of the design,’ I scribbled something down. ‘You gotta chat to the office designers.’

‘Ah, but the office designer is out of town this whole month, and you’re the next in—’

‘Listen, pal,’ I stopped again, turning around. He’d learned his lesson apparently, and didn’t bump into me this time. ‘I’m not your guy.’

‘I’m afraid this is coming directly from the client. Would you at least look at some of these commercial fitouts? Melbourne offices look so great nowadays.

He opened his briefcase, pulling out a pile of blueprints before I could protest.

‘Not my department,’ I repeated. ‘And if you’re not going to wear hard hat, I’m afraid I need you to leave my site.’

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Office Design

The Office Exchange

‘I cannot believe this,’ I groaned, sinking back into my desk chair and rubbing my temples.

         ‘It’s not that bad,’ Yoshido rolled his eyes, picking up the stock report I’d just tossed onto my desk. He frowned as he skimmed it, pushing back his thick-rimmed glasses. ‘Oh, my mistake. Those numbers are terrible.’

         ‘You truly are my guiding light,’ I said, dryly.

         ‘Look, we can fix this,’ he said, rolling the paper up into a tube and tapping it against his palm as he paced my carpeted office floor.

         ‘How? I have a meeting with the shareholders tomorrow.’

         ‘Maybe you’re too sick to go? Buy us some time?’

         ‘That might be fraud.’

         ‘Then we’ll tour you through a hospital and wait for someone to cough on you,’ he rolled his eyes.

He paused and looked down at the carpet.

‘Is this new?’

‘What?’

‘The carpet.’

‘Oh,’ I grumbled. ‘Yeah, just got installed recently. Part of some new interior design to make offices more comfortable. Melbourne branch organised it.’

‘You don’t say…’ Yoshido stroked his chin.

‘Why do you look like you’re getting an idea?’                      

‘You don’t want me getting ideas?’

‘No, your ideas just tend to scare me, is all.’

He did another lap of my carpet, stroking away. Suddenly he snapped his fingers.

‘We expand!’ he exclaimed.

‘What?’

‘We expand!’ he repeated. ‘We embrace a new corner of the market, give the shareholders something to talk about that isn’t… y’know.’

He threw the abysmal stock report back onto my desk.

‘What are you thinking?’ I asked, curious.

‘Picture this,’ he said with a grin. ‘Office fitouts. Melbourne will need to be told, obviously, or they’ll want a cut.’

I sat back in my seat, steepling my fingers.

‘That could work,’ I whispered. ‘What’s the market look like? Is there anyone who can be trusted to do a good job?’

‘I know the perfect company,’ Yoshido said with a smile. ‘Just leave all the details to me.’