Upper Management

"[I'm quitting]<c1|" []<k5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?k5)[Tim is given a blank stare. “I dont feel this line of work is for me” “Okay” … He’d expected a bigger response from his department's manager but then again they'd easily be able to find another billing manager. “So are you giving you two weeks' notice?” “No, Sir. Just leaving.” His manager furrows his brows a little To be fair it was unprofessional to leave without notice, but Tim’s well aware there's multiple people on the floor with a bachelors degree and a few years of supervisory experience. Simple Corp would be fine without him. The manager grabs a box and places it in Tim’s hands “Go pack up your office then” You can’t really call a 4x4 cubicle an office, but whatever it takes to keep the workers happy. “I'm running late for something sir, may i take everything home tomorrow” “As long as it's out by monday. Place your keycard on my desk as well.” Tim nods and exits the room, closing the door behind him. He leaves for the night, having made up his mind he’ll grab everything tomorrow night. Maybe he’ll get some food to celebrate. <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/qh7g02r6pzr5je92l0b2nmie1uhz"):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/qh7g02r, style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img> [[Leave->Looking at the past]] ]]

Tim walks out of the large corner office with is head held higher then been in a long time. As Tim looks out at the sea of cubicles a mix of pride and excitment, like a sailor seeing land for the first time in years. Tim bottles his joy in a smile and took it to the elelvator. <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img> [[Head Home->Home]]

Tim got back to his one beadroom abode on the fourth floor of the Sunshine View Resitential. Tim always hated that fact that both his apartment and his work were on the fourth floor of their respective buildings. "Not anymore, this is my floor now" Tim thinks to himself. [[Take a load off->Relax ]]

Tim moves to his bland beadroom and takes off his tie, unbuttons the top button of his white short sleeve dress shirt, removing his belt and throwing it onto his bed. [[Move to the Kitchen ->Kitchen ]]

Feeling the weight of the work day gone Tim moves to the clutered kitchenette. Reching for the medicine cabinet Tim pulls down the store brand ibuprofen. Gulping down the two little red pills with a small glass of water Tims eyes wonder to his busy fridge [[Look at the postcard ->Postcard]] [[Look at the flyer ->flyer]]

A small image of the main road in the small Massachusetts town of Tims sister Rebecca and her two kids. Tim sighs "Becca... I'll see you guys soon". [[Put it down->The Loud Mouth ]]

The flyer was from two years ago for a adult talent show. Tim took the flyer and pinned it to the fridge hoping to come up with something to do. "Two years later and still nothing." Tim threw it out, gulped down the last of his water and moved to the door. [[Head out the door->Loud Mouth 2]]

Tim put down the post card and dumped the water down the drain. Checking his watch Tim shuffled to the door. Down the elevator and out to his car Tim spit out the bad taste in his mouth. Getting in his car Tim pulled out onto the road. The car stumbled down the road until he stoped the engine and smiled at the bright neon sign, "The Loud Mouth". [[Head in->Loud Mouth Interior 2]]

Checking his watch Tim shuffled to the door. Down the elevator and out to his car Tim spit out the bad taste in his mouth. Getting in his car Tim pulled out onto the road. The car stumbled down the road until he stoped the engine and smiled at the bright neon sign, "The Loud Mouth". [[Head in->Loud Mouth Interior]]

Tim walked in and looked out at the mass of poeple enjoying the friday happy hour. Looking around for Dave Tim wandered to his usual table. Dave and Tim have been friends for almost ten years. Joining Simple Corp around the same time, Tim and Dave have been keeping each other afloat ever since the first couple of weeks. "Huh, Dave's a no show," Tims smile faultered "Oh well my life starts tomorrow no need to be sad". Tim sits down and gets a beer, taking in the night life and feeling the best he has in ages. [[Enjoy the night->The next morning 2]]

''*BEEP*'' ''*BEEP*'' ''*BEEP*'' ''*BEEP*'' ''*BEEP*'' Tim's eyes snap open and for a second Tim feels it was all a dream, then it hit him. "I don't have to go to work," Tim smiles "I don't have to go to work at all." Tim gets out of bed beaming from ear to ear. Tim made his coffee and toast it tatsed sweeter then it ever had. Tim enjoyed the slow morning. [[A few hours later->Trigger]]

Tim finally got dressed keeping the silly smile on his face. Tim then prectically danced out of his apartment, shimming out of his building and waltzed into his car. One last trip to the office. "Time to go rescue my stuff from that hell hole." Tim drove off, not knowing the scale of what was to come. [[Park the car->Weird Happenings]]

(set: $Hasvisited to true) Tim parked his car and looked around at the desolate parking lot. The red and brown of the leaves provided a small refuge for Tims eyes in the onslaught of bland and relentlessly boring office building. "Hello you ugly bastard". Tim stood up tall and walked towards the place he credited for taking what little soul he had left feeling for the first time in his life that his steps were his. [[4th Floor, Simply Corp Office Park ->breakroom 2]]

Tim parked his car and looked around at the desolate parking lot. The red and brown of the leaves provided a small refuge for Tims eyes in the onslaught of bland and relentlessly boring office building. "Hello you ugly bastard". Tim stood up tall and walked towards the place he credited for taking what little soul he had left feeling for the first time in his life that his steps were his. [[4th Floor, Simply Corp Office Park ->breakroom 2]]

Tim walks from the elevator... [[N->North]] [[W->West]] [[E->East]] [[S->South]] <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

Tim walks to the north and is surrounded by cubicles... [[N->North3]] W E S <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

Tim sees the door to the breakroom... [[N->North4]] w [[E->East4]] [[S->breakroom 2]]

Your cubicles isn't this way [[Step Back->breakroom 2]] <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

You can't go back to the elevator yet you need your stuff... [[Step back->breakroom 2]]

Tim is surrounded by cubicles... [[N->North5]] W E S <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

Something feels like you should't go in... [[Step Back->West]]

Tim walks to the north and is at the back of the office... N [[W->West0]] [[E->East0]] [[S->North3]]

Tim walks west, his cubicle is too the west ... N [[W->West10]] E S <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

Don't go this way, your cubicle is the other way. [[Step Back->North5]] <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

Tim sees he's cubicle. "Old cubicle, not my cubicle anymore" Tim thinks to himself. As Tim packs up his stuff he feels something he didn't expect. It wasn't regret, not sadness. Longing? Whatever the feeling was it compelled Tim to remember. He remembered a lot about his time at Simply Corp, the intverview, meeting Mr. Brown, meeting Dave. Dave. Flashes of the night at the bar came back, it was weird without Dave. After meeting Dave the two quickly became good friends and developed a routine. Come in 15 minutes late ever Friday-cheat day- then do the half haphazard work for 5 hours and leave 5 minutes early. Then the two would meet up at the Loud Mouth at 8 and enjoy the open mic till 10. Tim loved the stand up comedians, something about people going up on stage and workig for their dreams was amazing to Tim. The thought of Dave pulled Tim to his friends cubicle, two cubicles down and on the left. [[Look at Dave's cubicle->Dave Cubicle]]

Tim walks to the east and is surrounded by cubicles... [[N->North11]] W E S <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

Tim walks to the north and is surrounded by cubicles... [[N->North13]] W E S <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

Tim walks to the north and is at the back of the office... N [[W->Corner Office]] [[E->East60]] S

The doors lock, typical of the higher ups... [[Step Back->North13]]

Tim walks west, his cubicle is too the west ... N W [[E->West10]] S <img src="https://d20kqt4x4odakd.cloudfront.net/unsafe/2400x1350/filters:quality(100):rotate(0)/nplat-v2-assets/vnuvdzwcshhxjdlbntirry1nl951", style="width:1100px;height:600px;"> </img>

"Dave?" [["Dave?"->"Dave?"]]

"Dave you there? Dave?', Tim walks up and taps Dave on the shoulder Daves arm limps to his side, "Dave"! Tim's voice raises the falls off "dave?" [[Turn Dave around->death scene ]]

Tim reaches out and spins Daves chair. Tim's body goes cold, his feet turn to concrete. Dave's body was slunched over in his chair. His neck had been punctured with ten staples. Many of the staples had gone all the way through Daves neck and were holding the front and back of Daves neck together. The blood had turned Daves mustard shirt to a deep maroon [[Step Back->Run]]

Thank You so Much For Reading Our Story! Past this is under development so you'll have to come back after Open Innovation if you want to see the rest :)