The desk

The desk could be walnut or may be mahogany. But whatever it is, it is beautiful. Somebody’s masterpiece. Massive and glossy, it occupies one of the biggest rooms of the 45th floor. When closely examined there is more. The drawers sport magnificently engraved symbols. The desktop has weird scars on it. The legs are symmetrical until you scrutinize them. Now a piece of white bandage cloth with considerable blood stain on it sticks out of the second drawer with the symbol Omega. You gasp,  step back and look around. You can still hear the constant office buzz. There is nothing eerie except that there is nothing eerie. You walk toward the door and there you stand. The desk is placed at the exact center of the white marbled floor and otherwise the room is quite empty! Oh wait, there is a cross hanging on the wall and below that a portrait too. Without looking at them further, you leave the room and shut the glass door behind you. Your assignment on this floor was to deliver a blue letter to the brass. And along the way, you became curious seeing the glass door which is still ajar. The thick black letters on the door read ‘Late former boss’.