The Office Games

The climb ends where trust falls.

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"Morning all," Dylan Koh's bass voice turned the office into a boombox. "Thank you for your presence this lovely September morning."

One that resounded in a room no larger than a child's bedroom.

With the Famous Five--except friendship was off the cards.

The office never felt so much like a cage.

Its prisoners--five accountants eager to make--

The Climb.

The air had a metallic tang, distinct--

Blood on coins.

A low groan emitted from the ceiling.

Anton, Susan, Paul, and Fiona each had a drive to succeed that was legendary---and would make participants in The Apprentice blush.

Dylan, the CEO of Raintree Finances, continued.

"The five of you are Raintree's nominees to succeed the outgoing Chief Financial Officer, Desmond Sim. " He couldn't resist a smirk. "But you need to prove that you have what it takes to fill his shoes."

"Each of you must complete a series of tasks. The objective? To be the only one left on the corporate ladder. To eliminate--" he paused, "and be the ONLY one left standing. Literally.

The five shot glares at each other that could pierce the plasterboard walls.

"I'm game. " Fiona's gravelly voice seemed stronger than usual.

"Me too."Anton was louder, not to be outdone.

The rest sat up straight.

Stoic.

Nodding.

Determined.

The walls of the room seemed too tight.

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The trained accountants found the first task---

Ordinary.

Auditing a few books was of no consequence.

But they soon increased in--

Complexity.

They found themselves having to locate vital, secret files and label them all to be declared challenge winners.

Each red-marked, as if bleeding.

Of course, Fiona mislabelled one--by ACCIDENT.

Susan misplaced another---again, by ACCIDENT.

Each "accident" added weight to their breathing.

Trust was a major casualty--a mere nod was a lie.

The calculators on the table seemed to click, tallying each mistake

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It was neck and neck--ALL four contestants overcame the initial challenges.

To face the Penultimate Task.

One which demanded--

Compromise.

Of self.

Paul and Susan succumbed---choosing right over ruthlessness undid them--integrity was too slow for mercy.

Anton and Fiona remained in separate rooms.

The task?

To sign a doctored statement or forfeit the game.

The walls of the office seemed to pause their approach; the beat of the staplers on the tables halted.

Waiting.

For betrayal.

Fiona caught sight of Paul mulling over the document; his form was still visible through a transparent window.

He raised his pen.

She raised hers.

Ambition struck quicker than mercy.

Dylan emerged from his room with the document.

Signed by himself.

Ceding trust.

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For the employees--there had been no promotion.

The climb ends where trust falls.

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