There’s a Fine Line

Bertram sighed in exasperation. “You are so… outgoing,” he said, shaking his head at his partner.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Keenan said, frowning. He shrugged. “I’m friendly. Most people consider that a positive trait.”

“Not when it interferes with getting work done,” Bertram said. He pointed at the pile of papers on the corner of Keenan’s desk. “You are supposed to be reading and either signing or denying those. Instead – instead, you feel the need to talk with everyone who so much as walks by the door!”

Keenan smiled and shrugged. “Paperwork will always be here,” he said. “It’s a never ending cycle. As soon as I finish some, there’s more waiting my perusal.” He frowned slightly and added, “Unfortunately, that’s not true of the people here. All too often, someone who walked by my office today… might never pass this way again.”

Bertram sighed and sat down on the couch adjacent to Keenan’s desk. “You have a somber way of viewing the world, Keenan,” he murmured.


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