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She was standing over by the large vent, looking in to it as if, she saw the great frame of art the world as seen. For hours she sat, looking into this open hole, covered by thin bits of metal. It was as if the world had not long, been for her. This, hole grate was the only thing left, so why not stare at it? Yet the world was still there, around and alive. So it made little sense to just look at one meaningless hole. People can be odd. Still, this is beyond odd. Looking in, it seems that a single fan, spun. Small amounts of cool air blow in, quickly fading out as the warmer air took over. Looking past the fan, was a the grey sheet metal used to line the ins and outs of a air vent. Nothing at all, could be found. Just useless colors. Maybe she like the bit of cool air, brushing in. Maybe she liked the blur of the fan, amidst the bland grey walling. Who knows, other then her. Her mind must be blank, or full with many ideas. All of which center around this vent. What if she doesn’t see the vent? Or the fan, or metal backing? What if, its something else. Her eyes seen something other then the world around her. The office had way more stuff in it. Like, a computer. A few books and other papers with words on them. But, these things can be found inside this vent, as long as you believe so. Right? She doesn’t seem much for the ways of the common word. Her world doesn’t need such things after all. So what now? Will she stay looking at the vent for the rest of time? Or will she do something else. Only time will tell. She started around 2:00. It was not the first thing see did today. She got a little work done, along side a few office chats with the nearby Co’s. But she spent little time doing that, at least compared to the time spent looking at this vent. Her whole life seems to have gone by in the blink of an eye, if to compare it to the time spent with this vent. A useless object, holding this girl, and all of her thoughts and ideas. Her whole life was in this vent. She sat, and watch. Only time could tell us the truth. As the clock ticks, soon the truth will come to us.
A second passes, and Rachel had found her thoughts. She look back down at the screen. Her reports where do in about an hour. Well, she had till the end of the day, but in a hour was a meeting. A meeting that had little meaning, but in order to keep her job she had to go with it. The true irony here is that her reports has be about ways to help workers keep working, with a smile that is. She manage quite a deal of work on this paper. It was nearly half way done. Not to mention that she could fudge most of it. It was time to get to work. So, she did. For half an hour, in till. She was done. Her report was complete and ready to be shipped of. After pressing a few keys, her long 4 paged essay on work place happiness was off to her boss. With another half hour to spare. To think of the new age. She remember the old days. Where you waited nearly 7 hours to print one page. Now, a few clicks and boom. She thought on this new age tech for a moment when something happened.
A co-worked had walk up, and ask her a few things. Most of which are the classic how your day. The line used when people had little to say, but little to do, where a little chat is all a poor soul was able to do. She answer with the common, basic answers. However, something did seem odd. This person, an man by the name of Jake was acting, out of the normal, unnerved about something. She was not one to take this lightly. After all, what if something had happened. She need to know, so she pressed him. Jake was, unwilling to go into details. But Rachel had her ways. Soon Jake broke down. Spilling a whole create worth of beans. Rachel and this guy named Jack are the only singles in the office place, as well as the youngest. With nothing better to do, the other Co’s had chosen the role of match maker. Jake was going to get her to go to a spot in the office, while another Co, talked Jack into going to the same spot. After hearing this, Rachel smiled and choose to go. A little while later Jack and Rachel left the room. They had loudly talking about the fact they knew the plan of the Co’s. Then went up to the workers who called them to the place. Spite the harsh words and threats, it was playful. After all, why would Rachel be mad about spending time in a room with a guy she had been dating for nearly 2 years.
But still, she stared into the vent. Just, looking.