Spreadsheet Western

The only sound heard in the low light of the office was the point and click of a mouse and the tap of keyboard keys, way back in the far corner of the cubicle farm. The person operating that keyboard and mouse, got up, spooned an overheaped teaspoonfull of instant coffee into a plain, white mug and strode out of the office into the kitchette located just outside the office. A man in a suit and tie stopped him.
“I’ve been looking for you,” the man said. “I hear you’re good with spreadsheets.”
The other man nodded as he filled his mug with hot water by pulling the red handle over a spigot. Then he walked out of the room to go back to his desk. The man in the suit and tie followed.
The other man sipped his coffee before getting back to work, pointing and clicking his mouse, tapping the keys on his keyboard.
“Don’t bother,” the other man said.
“Pardon?” The man in the suit and tie asked.
“Don’t bother,” the other man said a little louder. “I like the lights low.”
The man in the suit and tie nodded. “Listen, I’m new here in the operations department and I need some data summarized in some spreadsheets.”
The other man continued to point and click and tap and type.
“Can you help?” The man in the suit and tie asked.
No answer. He slapped at the Blackberry in the holster on his hip to stop it vibrating.
“I asked if you could help me? Can you? You want me to come back later?”
No answer. He slapped his Blackberry again.
“I’m screening calls because I can’t tell anyone anything. I need information, goddamnit.”
Still no answer. He slapped again at his Blackberry.
“Godammnit!” The man in the suit and tie swore.
The other man stood up and drained his mug of instant coffee then overheaped another teaspoonfull of instant coffee into his mug and went to the kitchenette. He whistled softly to himself.
“Are you ignoring me?” The man in the suit and tie asked. He was right on the other man’s heels, looking around at him, trying to look the other man in the eye.
The other man proceeded to fill his mug again with hot water.
“Check your email,” the other man said, topping off his mug.
“What?”
The other man stepped toe to toe with the man in the suit and tie and slowly looked into his eyes. “Check your email.”
Then he went back to his desk. The man in the suit and tie followed, reading the screen on his phone.
“Wha? How did? This is what I was looking for. Everything. How did you know?”
The other man sat down and went back to pointing and clicking and tapping and typing.
“Keep the light off on your way out,” the other man said to the man in the suit and tie. “I’ve got more work to do.”

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