Filler
The Boring Corporate Day
Kniya Anderson and Malesh were currently sitting inside the massively expensive, highly fortified executive suite of Kavilson Steel, doing absolutely nothing of geopolitical or financial importance.
Malesh was lounging on the leather sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. He let out a long, deeply exhausted sigh.
"What a boring day it is, Kniya," Malesh stated flatly, his deadpan voice completely devoid of any energy. "The economy is entirely stagnant."
Kniya, who had his feet kicked up on his mahogany desk while spinning a gold-plated pen, rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Yeah, it would be boring for you, Malesh!" Kniya lectured, pointing his pen at his business partner. "Because you are just resting in my office and doing absolutely nothing! You do not work for this company! You are just a billionaire loiterer! If you actually went to Malesh Energy and did some corporate labor, you wouldn't be so fucking bored, bro!"
Before Malesh could logically dismantle Kniya's argument, the heavy doors to the executive suite burst open.
The Philanthropic Tea
A low-level corporate tea attendant came practically sprinting into the office, pushing a small serving cart way too fast.
"Here's the tea! Here's the tea! Here's the tea!" the attendant yelled nervously, completely panicking under the pressure of serving the Managing Director.
He took one step too far, his shoe caught the edge of the expensive office rug, and he completely lost his balance. The attendant fell hard onto his knees. The silver tray flipped into the air, and a massive cup of boiling hot tea spilled directly onto the floor, splashing heavily over a thick plastic manila folder resting near the coffee table.
Kniya immediately jumped out of his chair, his face twisting into pure, unfiltered rage.
"What the fuck did you just do?!" Kniya screamed at the terrified attendant. "Why are you in so much of a fucking hurry?! You can deliver a tea in a pretty straightforward, slow manner! It is absolutely fucking okay! I am not timing you with a stopwatch, you idiot!"
The attendant scrambled to his feet, bowing repeatedly before sprinting out of the office to avoid getting shot.
Malesh calmly looked at the massive puddle of brown liquid soaking into the rug. He looked at Kniya.
"Bro," Malesh asked deadpan. "Who was this tea actually for?"
"It was actually for me only!" Kniya yelled, trying to wipe the desk. "I would never order you a free tea because you have to legally pay for that! I am not going to deliver some free tea to you because I am not a fucking philanthropist! I am a capitalist!"
The Folder Decoy
Malesh slowly stood up from the sofa and pointed a finger at the floor.
"Basically, Kniya," Malesh observed smoothly, "as you can see, there is one corporate folder that is completely destroyed by your tea."
Kniya crossed his arms, looking completely unbothered. "Yeah, Malesh. I know that. But this is not my folder. Because I think so, you are always loitering here and leaving your trash around, so I think so it is your folder. It is not mine. I never put things on the floor, so that is exactly why your folder got destroyed."
Malesh let out a dark, highly rare chuckle.
"Actually, no, Kniya," Malesh smirked, crossing his arms back at him. "It is not my folder. Because Filoska gave me this specific folder this morning. This means this folder is from your company, and it is completely destroyed. You just ruined your own Vice President's hard work."
"No, it is not," Kniya replied with a massive, arrogant grin. "Let me tell you a reason why—"
Before Kniya could finish his dramatic reveal, Salesh strolled into the executive suite, stepping right over the puddle of tea.
"Kniya, are you literally an idiot?" Salesh interrupted, looking down at the folder. "How can a folder be destroyed by a spilled drink, bro? The folder is made from industrial plastic! It is specifically made to protect the internal files that are present inside there from any kind of liquid that is being spilled on them. That is why the internal files are highly secure! You just have to wipe the outside."
"Huh, Salesh, Malesh... you both don't know anything about this," Kniya boasted, puffing out his chest with absolute pride. "The actual, highly secure folder that Filoska gave it to you is safely locked under my desk! This folder on the floor? It contains completely empty, blank pages! I just put that decoy there to fool you!"
Malesh stared at Kniya, his deadpan expression returning in full force.
"Okay," Malesh muttered, completely exhausted by the immaturity. "So this was all your elaborate plan to basically troll me again."
"Yeah," Kniya cackled wickedly. "As always!"
The Blank Paper Brawl
Malesh looked down at the plastic folder. He looked at Kniya. His petty, highly vindictive instincts immediately kicked in.
"Okay, so this is just a blank sheet of paper inside," Malesh stated coldly. "Let me remove this from the folder and manually destroy this blank paper by covering it with the tea stains on the floor for absolutely no reason."
Malesh bent down to grab the fake folder.
"No, you absolutely cannot do that!" Salesh yelled, his neat-freak corporate tendencies flaring up. "Do not make a bigger mess in here!"
Salesh lunged forward and grabbed the other end of the plastic folder. Suddenly, two adult, multi-billionaire executives were engaged in a violent, physical tug-of-war over a completely useless stack of blank paper.
"Let it go, Salesh!" Malesh grunted, violently pulling the folder toward his chest. "I need to destroy the paper to establish dominance!"
"You are acting like a child!" Salesh yelled, pushing back with all his weight.
With a loud RIIIP, the plastic folder violently snapped in half. The stack of blank paper flew into the air, completely soaking up the hot tea from the floor before slapping directly against Malesh's chest.
Malesh froze. The wet, tea-soaked paper slid off his chest and hit the floor.
He looked down. His pristine, incredibly expensive, highly customized dragon-themed silk tie was completely soaked in dark brown tea stains.
"My premium dragon-themed tie," Malesh whispered, his voice trembling with genuine horror. "I do not have spare ties for this. This is an absolute nightmare."
Right at that exact moment, the heavy double doors pushed open. Filoska Vinten walked into the room, holding her ledgers. She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the spilled tea, the torn plastic, Salesh panting heavily, Malesh mourning his ruined tie, and Kniya laughing hysterically behind his desk.
"What are you guys literally doing in here right now?" Filoska asked, rubbing her temples.
"It is just our everyday tasks and jokes!" Kniya yelled arrogantly, pointing a finger at her. "And do not enter into my room without my permission! Idiot!"
Filoska just let out a long, heavy sigh. She looked at Salesh, who just shrugged. Without saying another word, Filoska and Salesh both turned around and walked right back out of the office to preserve their own sanity.
The New Hire
Five minutes later, as Kniya was finally tossing the wet, blank papers into the trash, the executive doors swung open again. A mid-level corporate clerk walked directly into the room without so much as a tap on the glass.
Kniya's head snapped up, his blood pressure instantly spiking.
"Hey! You fucking idiot!" Kniya roared, throwing his hands in the air. "Why are you here in my office?! And why didn't you fucking knock before?! Why does absolutely anyone not knock before entering into my office anymore?! Do you think this is some kind of shelter for poor people?! That anybody could just enter without permission, you idiot?!"
The clerk completely ignored the screaming, standing tall with a clipboard in his hands.
"Hey, MD," the clerk announced casually. "Let me tell you one thing. The hiring of the new Production Head for Steel Operations in DI is finally completed. And now we have her on the payroll. But she definitely needs training, I think so."
Kniya paused, his anger momentarily overridden by sheer confusion.
"Okay, I understand that she is hired," Kniya said, narrowing his eyes. "But there is one major thing that I want to ask you. What the fuck did you just call me?"
The clerk smiled, clearly enjoying the lack of corporate formality. "Sir, it is your position. I think so 'MD' looks great on you as compared to calling you 'Sir'. Managing Director of the company. It has a nice ring to it."
"This is literal shit," Kniya groaned, aggressively rubbing his face. "Okay, whatever. Tell me what her name is."
"Her name is Silvisa," the clerk reported, checking his clipboard. "Silvisa Vangard."
"Silvisa Vangard," Kniya repeated, testing the name.
"Yes, sir," the clerk nodded, turning to leave. "She will be there in the office in exactly one hour. So, sir, just wait for that."
The clerk casually strolled out of the office, leaving Kniya to stare at Malesh, who was still desperately trying to dab the tea stains out of his ruined dragon tie with a silk handkerchief.