Time is evening. End of working day. Some of our IT shakers are angry and hungry already, rushing out of the offices. The keys from the wing are kept by one person - the head of the IT department, my own. One employee left things and dropped into another wing that connects to our huge corridor. And it needs to be closed...No one wants to follow her. The boss said, call her. I put my voice in this corridor:
Irina Olegovna.
The Silence...
Irina Olegovna.! to
The Silence...
Irina Olegovna.! to
Here’s a woman’s voice: "Yes, I’m here! I am going!"
Behind me was a quiet voice from my boss:
It was crazy, fucking...