Red Chair

As had advised you sat down to wait for new instructions that were custom when the black panels is He was sliding a red plank and on the screen of a computer, an ashtray, a coaster and a kind of refrigerated box with soft drinks, food and snacks packed as those who serve on airplanes. The instructions written on the screen gave behavioural patterns to know how to attract and keep the customer. Everything had been studied to perfection, height of plank, the comfort necessary to propitiate the conversation, how to leave no trace. During a year and a half, as every afternoon, the Red plank disappeared once off the computer, slipping and embedding in the panels with all food residue, with ash that failed to remove smell by some fans of smoke that were put into operation every hour. Prepared and activated by the company mechanisms bipeds any remaining that was the human presence in that room, nothing could be done outside the computer. An input control to the start of the workday reviewed that there was no paper or pens in nowhere, in his suit or in rooms that zone. A handwritten note or a phone.

Nothing. Only the Red Chair, red plank with the elements necessary for their work and a security in the room camera. And your imagination to attract to the conversation. Yes. He had spent a year and a half and now he was waiting for the termination of his employment, sitting in one of those chairs, knowing is observed, stretching their legs and playing with his fingers while thinking in all those Hello which had emerged from the computer screen and to those who followed anodyne phrases, impetuous cortes, polite excuses and also some interested and interesting conversations. Those early days were amazing for Jaime Laz who not took too long to become one of the most sought after human values of the company; his capacity for conversation, your imagination and your adaptability made him most requested one of the pundits.