Getting The Bing After Googling Around

Long before that happened, I remember there was a sinister aura suffocating the corporate island where all the land’s business took place. Fake news rumored gossip gave many occupants a fantasy security blanket and this dreamlike communication soothed the indoor office population.

“George,” I screamed to the desk across the carpeted separation divide where my colleague was chatting it up with Laura another person put in this situation to figure out what was going on during our financially tension filled times.

“I do not know what he wants,” she said throwing up her arms about the individual that we classified as an antagonist to our needs.

This inquiry encouraged me to pray to Mr./Mrs. Google whose picket fence residency had an address on the information highway. Then waiting only seconds an answer appeared electronically screaming the headline, ‘15 Second Glance.’

“So, that is what he was doing up there,” I pondered in my head, “hey,” the word naturally came out before I caught myself wondering why I would tell anyone of my findings.

“This is really big,” I firmly stared into the Google family explanation continuing to obtain vital knowledge while pressing buttons. Allowing the copy, paste, and save commands to be put into action the article link finally arrived in my secret folder safely before the electronic device shut off.

A few minutes slipped away leaving me enough time to sneak into the elevator. Feeling like I have stolen the most important thing the star buck's location downstairs is where I found friendly comfort.

Sitting on a stool looking into the sales mall I saw George and Laura going somewhere hustling along increasing their pace every step. Cell phone in George’s ear and Laura taking notes I could hear, “Ms. Bing is holding a press conference,”

That is when I picked up my trusted laptop briefcase then returned to the cubical bunker smirking, “what does Ms. Bing know?”