Help Desk (open to all)

[Bebe Tenko]

Bebe walked up to Mr. Fulton's desk. She'd had a rather important question on her mind, and she wasn't quite sure who'd have the answer. So here she was, grovelling to Mr. Fulton...
"Mr. Fulton," Bebe began, "...why aren't there trash cans in the hallway?"

[Mr. Fulton]

Mr. Fulton was sitting up straight in his chair, looking through the pile of papers and files that were piled up on his desk. There were a lot of things to be done. All the accounting work, expense, salary of each staff, and even complain letters from customers. This is never going to get completed by today. He thought to himself as he picked out a black file and started flipping through the pages.

"Mr. Fulton, why aren't there trash cans in the hallway?" Mr. Fulton looked up when he heard the voice. Trashcans in the hallway? That was quite an unexpected question from one of the guest. He did think of this but it was rather unnecessary, as quoted from the head of the country club.

"Ahh... Ms. Tenko ..." He started. "About that question of yours, well, trashcans make the hallway look unsightly and we cannot afford to do that. Most of our guests are all from the higher society class, which means very rich families if you don't know what that means, they wouldn't want to see a trashcan right in front of them the moment they stepped out of their room." Mr. Fulton explained, putting his pen down and looking at Ms. Tenko with a slight smile. She is a guest after all.

[Bebe Tenko]

"Thank you, Mr. Fulton," Bebe said airily, bowing lightly and running off. Now that that was taken care of... she knew she had to go back to her room to throw out that paper that spelled out her entire reason for existence.
Chad.

[Mr. Fulton]

Mr. Fulton nodded at Ms. Tenko and then watched her running out of his office. He was slightly puzzled about Ms. Tenko's behavior. She came all the way here just to ask me why there aren’t any trash cans in the hallway? Now that is a weird one. Never get what these youngsters are thinking about these days.

He thought to himself and flipped through the file again, continuing on with his own work. The large pile of documents that never going to get done still lay quite untouched on his desk.