by Brock Rhodes
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The world is younger. A generation is missing. Mr. Go struts. Workers swarm him. Secretaries are his memory.
An employee beeps the radar. Mr. Go grumbles business. "Did you finally send those out?"
"Yes, sir. I did. I'm sorry about the... Am I going to get fired?" the employee squeaks.
"Okay, bye."
A secretary approaches. "Mr. Go?"
"Hello, Mrs. Cornerstone."
"I talked to that guy about the thing, made the copies, and I talked two people into volunteering."
"Okay, bye." He smiles. Mrs. Cornerstone is the MVP.
Mr. Go is married. He married the job. A skirt blinds monogamy. The ice is in danger.
"How are you doing today?" The water-cooler is a friend. He fills a cup.
She flirts by responding. He listens. "Fine. How are you doing?"
"Okay, bye." He chugs. The cup is recycled. Mr. Go winks.
"Hey, Go!," a mouth shouts.
"Hey," Mr. Go is casual.
"You're comin' tonight, man! Whether you like it or not."
"Okay, bye." Mr. Go is ready.
