411 Elvira Stepania

The main-office stood with the two other – the sun over in Rotherham was more or less a rarity. It would most often be grey with the casual 'hi' of heat. Cake sat in the third building on the top floor; an office filled with screens, various machines, charts, and many more. In no way was it cumbersome, far from it, despite the number of items, it was barren. 

 "What do you mean?" asked she through the phone. 'My wish has been granted?'

 "Yes, it has," returned a voice louder than the call.

 "What wish may that be?" asked she with elbows on the table; "-I only voiced a possibility; immortality would be nice."

 "Well then," said a deeper voice. A sudden realization had shivers down her spine, "-Boss?" her chair turned slowly – hesitation filled the motion.

 "Hey," without a warning, he crawled onto the large chair to angle his head at her neck.