#8112

office au

part 1

9:37, Friday, 02.08.

Wall Street:

Kimi rushes into the building's lobby, nearly falling because of his terribly slippery shoe soles, pats down his pockets, and freezes, his face changing instantly. The guy coughs into his fist, an awkward smile sliding off his face, and he approaches the reception desk. Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man, Alonso, whom Antonelli deeply respected, but in turn, Fernando just kept shaking his head, sighing heavily and scolding Kimi in a warm manner.

"Hey, old man Fernando…" Kimi leans on the counter with his elbows.

"Young man, your pass, please," Alonso leans over the computer and the office pass documents, checking dates and client names.

"Please, just let me through, I swear this is the last time I forget my pass," Kimi puts his hands together in a pleading gesture, trying to make the guiltiest face possible. The man sighs heavily and presses the button, opening the turnstile.

"But you owe me some of your mom's pastries, little Kimi," Fernando winks at the young man and immerses himself back in work. Kimi, for his part, runs to the elevator. Normally he wouldn't care, but today his presentation was first at the meeting. He was constantly getting heat from George anyway, who jokingly called him "Toto's favorite": after all, the director forgave Antonelli any mistake that not everyone could afford. In the office, some whispered, calling him "daddy's boy," and that it would be easier for Toto to fire the whole department than to lose Kimi. No one understood why him. Some said: "a genius," you rarely see that kind of talent, but...

But in Oscar's opinion, Kimi was quite the slacker. Speaking of Oscar, who worked in the analytical department and was one of the office's top marketers, lately he'd been staring too much at Antonelli, watching how this idiot walked around the floor past clients in Crocs, completely unbothered, because "well, Toto allowed it, said anything goes if it helps the work atmosphere." But that wasn't the only reason. Sometimes they exchanged a few sentences during coffee breaks, and Antonelli didn't seem as empty-headed as he could have been. Yes, he looked at most things as if he were mentally still a child, although Kimi was a child. They had just recently celebrated his twentieth birthday with a close circle of colleagues. It's just that Oscar was used to it. Used to taking responsibility where he didn't need to, where nobody asked him, but he considered it necessary, afraid that everything would crumble if he didn't keep an eye on it. Oscar himself was in the prime of his youth, but sometimes he was too serious, so much so that he could rival Alonso in grumpiness. Lando, who worked in the same department and was basically his childhood friend, constantly tried to drag Piastri to a bar on weekends saying, "Hey, Oscar, man, come on, why are you so old?" — to which Piastri would just hang up and return to his hated paperwork. Oscar hated dealing with documents in the office so much that it was easier to leave it all for the weekend and do it at home. He lived for work, sometimes it seemed too much. Oscar valued that freedom and childishness in Kimi. He wanted to allow himself to be like him. When he was twenty, Oscar only thought about how he needed to get to work as soon as possible, submit his coursework, and pass all his exams. After university, he immediately got an offer for a junior assistant manager-analyst position at Toto's company and agreed without hesitation. His whole life consisted of boundless perseverance and effort; he desperately needed wild, carefree rest, he needed Andrea Kimi Antonelli.

"And thus, we will gain more investors and can raise our shares by two percent. What do you think, colleagues?" Kimi adjusts his sunglasses, which have slipped down his nose, and points a pointer at the electronic board, apparently showing important aspects of the presentation.

Oscar, to be honest, wasn't listening to the younger colleague's presentation at all; all this time his thoughts were directed towards him, but not in that way. When Lando tugged at his jacket sleeve, he turned his head towards him, looking questioningly.

"Oscar, are you even with us? Toto asked you five times what you think about Kimi's presentation."

"Ah," Oscar fumbles with his fingers awkwardly, thinking how to answer better. Not like he was going to admit he hadn't listened at all. "I think it's a great idea. If we develop some catchy advertising for it, I think it will take off, and we'll, as always, end up on top. We are the 'Silver Arrows'."

Kimi looks happily at his colleague. Most people approved of his idea, which means once again his project proved successful.

22:34, Saturday, 15.08.

Somewhere in a bar:

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