The Man Sat In Front Of Me
It was the sunny Saturday. I and more than ten of my co-workers usually get the half day of work time. We are working as the writer in a printing office. Generally, a set of chair nearer me are for the woman worker seat. But, on this day I saw a man is sitting in front of me. His name is Mr. Za. He is one of my senior in the office. Regularly, he sat on his in another room. I worried if I have a lot of trouble in my articles. he seems very seriously typing in a worksheet. I do not have any brave to bother him at all. My head becoming heat. I felt was something wrong in my self. Damn, all of my papers flew accidentally because of the AC winds and drops sharply beside his chair. What the heck, how I pick it back. He faced me abruptly with his ferocious. I just keep quiet and I am ready if he wants to scold me. I ducked and walked toward his seat. " I am sorry sir, I did some mistakes. I would not bother your work anymore" I trembled. "Come to the Manager room with me!...