Five ‘o’ Clock Chapter 1
Every time someone walked by her cubicle, themetal partition rattled, and the papers stapledto it flapped. At least a dozen times a day, Jimflew past, slamming his feet across the floor. Heknew this annoyed her, yet he did it anyway.Here he comes again.
Bam, bam, bam,
hisfeet went. He walked as if he were on an airporttreadmill. Each time he approached, his eyesmet hers. In them, she saw amusement at herdiscomfort and inability to do anything about it.Sometimes, he purposely grazed hiselbow into the partition, making it pop out.Although she knew to expect this, she still jumped in her seat each time. The idea to stickher foot out of the side of her cubicle and triphim flat onto his face played itself in her mind;however, she kept her body directed at hercomputer screen and typed slowly.Her report could have been done half anhour ago, but it was that day of the monthagain: the one where they celebratedeveryone’s birthday with cake in the kitchen. They stood around and pretended to beinterested in each other’s lives. In overjoyedvoices, they acted as if it was pure ecstasy tobe around each other.