Every Tuesday, you will get an original piece of fiction. This week I bring you:

Mine!

By: Jeffrey Hite

“Geeez Susan, I’m sorry I was late,” Neil said as he walked into her office. She signaled for him to close the door. “The directions to this place that they gave out on Friday were horrible and I got lost. But I was only fifteen minutes late, I didn’t think that warrants a closed door meeting.”

“Come on Neil, you know that is not what this is about. I wanted to show off my new office.” She stood and spread her arms “Look I can’t touch both walls at the same time.”

“It is pretty big.”

“And look at this view,” She said turning around to face the window. “How is your office?”

“Not as nice as this one, but much better than that rat hole they had me in in our old place.” They watched the ducks in the pond out the windows for a few minutes in silence.

“Neil, since you have a guilty conscience,” she said finally, “I do have a problem for you to work on.”

“Susan, you know my work load.”

“It is not a big deal, just something I want you to look into when you have a few spare moments.”

“Alright, so what is this little project you want me to do?”

“Simple, my desk lamp is missing.”

“Oh come on Susan…”

“Now wait a minute,” She interrupted his protest. “It is not the only thing. The C.E.O’s favorite coffee cup, and a few other people have reported things missing.”

“You know those things could have just been lost in the move.”

“Well that is where this starts to get weird, they were all here yesterday when the management team and I moved in. I talked to the custodian this morning, and he said that the things might be in the mine. I don’t have the slightest clue what he is talking about, and well, I know you are into the weird stuff.”

“You know just because I have a suit of armor and go to the renaissance festivals, does not really make me into the weird stuff, but fine. What is it you want me to do?”

“Simple, talk to the custodian, find out what he is talking about and get our stuff back.”

“Fine. Sounds like fun.” The phone rang and he showed himself out of the office.

He made his way back to his office mumbling the whole way. “How do I get myself into these things. I don’t even know how the heck to find the custodian.” But he knew that if he didn’t do what Susan had asked there would be hell to pay. He turned his computer on and watched the emails spawn in his inbox.
Hours later as he made his way out of the building he remembered Susan’s tasking. He spun around and tried the door, but it had already locked.

“You forget your key?” The muffled voice of the older man in coveralls came to him from behind the glass doors.

He had forgotten about the passkey to get into the door. So he nodded. The old man opened the door and let him in.¬†“Are you the building custodian by chance?”

“That would be me, name’s Bob,” he said holding out his hand. Neil took it. It was rough and showed the signs of a life of manual labor.

“Neil.”

“What can I do you for Neil?”

“My boss, Susan said that some things were missing from our new office, I think she talked to you this morning about it.”

“Ah yes, that is one pretty lady,” the older man said wistfully.

“Well she wanted me to get the things that were missing back from you.”

“Oh, I ain’t got them. They’re down in the mine.”

“Well, can you take me down there so that I can get them?”

“I tried to explain to your boss this morning, that ain’t gonna work. You can take them back, but once the are down in the mine they will stay there.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It happens some times with these new buildings especially when they get to be a couple of years old. See, they are like little kids. They take things that catch thier attention.”

“A building can’t do anything like that. A building is made of steel and concrete. It can’t take things.”

“Suit yourself. You believe what you want to believe. What do I know, I am just the custodian,’ he said mumbling and shaking his head.

“Look, just take me to this mine and let me get our stuff back.”

“It won’t do you no good.”

“It’s our stuff.”

“Fine. Follow me.” He lead the way down several sets of stairs to the sub basement.
Finally they stood, in a dark corner. Before them was a small collection of things, arranged neatly on the floor. Above the items was the word ‘mine’ scrawled on the wall.

“There, that is my boss’s lamp and the C.E.O.’s coffee cup.”

“Look, I’m telling you that is a bad idea. You can take those thing, but she might get upset. It would be better to just go get yourself a couple of replacements. I ain’t never seen one that was this possessive. She’s got herself a temper.”

Neil ignored him and walked back up to their offices. He put the desk lamp on Susan’s desk and the coffee cup in the kitchen, it looked like it needed to be washed any way.

*****

“Neil I need you to come into my office.” Susan’s voice came from his phone, but instead of her normal calm, it had a definite edge to it.

“Be right there.”

“Come quick!” He set the phone down and walked over to her office in time to hear Susan’s scream.

The scene in the office was utter chaos. Paper and furniture were everywhere. The cord of the desk lamp was tangled around Susan’s neck and her face was beginning to turn red.

“Help me!’ she choked.

“Mine.”

“What?”

“Help me! Help me get this thing off me.” She scratched at the cord.

“Mine!”

“Who said that?” He looked around for who or what was pulling on the other end of the lamp and strangling his boss.

“Mine! Mine!” He managed the get his pocket knife out and cut the cord.

“What the heck is going on here?”

“The lamp, it started to fall off my desk,” she said through shallow gasps. “I tried to grab it, but then the cord got wrapped around my neck.”

“Did you hear that?” Neil asked.

“What?”

“The voice, it kept saying, mine.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Never mind I better go check on Bill.” He rushed out of her office and down the hall to the executive suite.

Bill’s receptions smiled a greeting until he rushed past her.

“Wait you can’t go in…” That was all she got out before he opened the door. ¬†Bill was laying face up on the floor with a mark the shape of a coffee cup on his forehead. The cup lay broken on the floor next to him.

“Mine,” the voice sobbed. “Mine, mine, mine.”

*****
Neil walked out next to the stretcher with Susan on it. As the walked across the lobby, Bob came up to them.
“I told you to leave it alone. She has got one heck of a temper. And being two she thinks everything belongs to her.”

“Mine,” Neil whispered.

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