A young man was seated behind his desk. The square specs on his face reflected the light from his desktop. He spun his chair left to right as his hand rapped on his desk. Work had never been so boring for him.
He stood up from his seat and looked around the different cubicles. "Coffee anyone?"
"Me too! Thanks R.J", One person shouted as they kept their eyes peeled on their monitor.
"I'm good", another one shouted.
R.J turned to leave after the rest of the team didn't respond. That meant one coffee for him and his friend. He scanned his ID before the glass doors slid open. Right above the doors were bold letters in black written: PUBLIC ACCESS CENTER UNIT.
