Emptiness as Motivation

Amid the slipshod piles of paper sat the answer I had been seeking. Awkwardly perched on the first desk was a dirty gray binder marked “Confidential.” I stood still, a drop of sweat finding its way down the small of my back. How confidential something that was out in the open could be I did not know. The folder itself looked like an overworked mule; stubborn and tired just waiting for the day when it will no longer be of use. “VAMANOS, VAMANOS!” came the cry from the mop wielding Pedro as the lights starting flickering on one by one. I couldn’t run the risk of removing the folder in the harsh glare of the synthetic light. I retreated amidst Pedro’s cries uncertain if I would get another chance at the truth contained within that folder. [End of Part III]