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Ryan’s eyes lay on the floor.  

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Ryan's eyes lay on the floor. Bleakly he laboured his vocal chords; "We gotta see Dave 'bout 'process'," his eyes rolled to mine, "be amazed." His enthusiasm was not encouraging for only my second day at work. Ryan opened the door, intent on getting me in the office first; he then apprehensively followed. I surveyed the room; it was decorated in clutter. Desks were muddled with papers, ornaments and stationary; a true Aladdin's Cave. A row of coffee mugs lined up on the windowsill waiting expectantly for the hourly caffeine boost crucial to the workers. I had learned from the previous day not to trust the hygiene of 'the lads downstairs'; their mugs were the object of much hilarity especially when the brown coffee dregs turned green. It was clear that this office was also unaware of tidiness. Giant trees had been sacrificed to carpet the desks and walls, and...

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