Stanley hurried to the elevator, pushing the button frantically, hoping to sneak away before the boss caught him.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he was face to face with the head cheese himself.
"Stanley , are those the papers I asked you to make copies of?"
Dumbfounded, Stanley held them out to him.
The boss took the papers from Stanley, "Good job Stan, you know you been a doing a decent job around here, might have to throw a recommendation your way. "
"You going down?" he asked Stanley.
"Uhh, yeah." Stanley answered before stepping inside elevator.
As the door closed, a painful outburst cry could be heard throughout the entire building.

Derek regarded Charles with a look of suspicion. Charles was always exceptionally dressed, especially so for software department. In fact one could say he was expensively dressed, with his navy suit and white satin tie. How did he afford such fancy suits? Could... could Charles be in on it.

He evaluated the other actors in the chaos around him. Sam, the long serving janitor... who for some reason was staring at him, curious but no matter. Carl, running off to purchase a Subway, but with whose money? Dave, completely non-plussed and just not giving a fuck. And Stanley, rubbing his ass all over the copier machine. Which among these would he choose to be his erstwhile ally to unravel the web of treachery, conspiracy, and poor accounting that Derek found himself enmeshed in? It had to be someone he trusted absolutely, someone he was certain could not be in on the plot.

There was only one person.

Stanley. Stanley had not the guile or subterfuge to be involved in such heinous financial chicanery. He was pure and innocent soul, who lived only for the thrill of moments such as these - unsanitary use of company property for the sake of juvenile pranks that would result in numerous HR complaints.

Yes - this was the man for the job.

Derek hurried to catch up to him. But lo and behold, what did he see but Stanley conversing with the Boss, and the Boss promising throw him a 'recommendation'! Lies all lies. Even sweet Stan had been dragged into the quagmire of falsehoods.

No one, he could trust no one it seemed.

"CARL! MY OFFICE, NOW!" The boss shouted. I hurried to his office thinking about what it could be. Deep down I knew what it was. "Hello, Carl. It’s about the.. Well you know.. I have a feeling Derek is on to us about the money, If he finds out they will personally destroy our company. You know what to do, Carl." Said the boss. I walked over to Derek with a nervous feeling in my stomach. "Hey! Um I was doing some work and saw some weird transactions in our financial history.. You have any idea? I’m sure you would have gone through the transactions by now." I asked with a nerved feeling.

[MEANWHILE IN THE STREETS] "With the company helping our efforts.. We will rule the underworld of this city.. No other gang can stop us.. No bank can’t be robbed by us.. We will have it all. Hopefully the boss of the company will follow through, It’d be a shame if I had to...Murder him. " Said a mysterious man in a shady alleyway as he threw a knife at the wall.

Worried he was gonna be fired for his stupid antics, Stanley couldn't handle the pressure anymore.
When the elevator doors opened, he ran out of them as if he was in a race, his tie flopped from side to side.
Stan's plan was to throw himself out the window, and hopefully his dead body would land on the bosses car.
Unfortunately, no one told Stanley that the windows had been replaced with computerized screens that are made to look like real windows.
*WHAM*
Stanley Kowalski bounced off the fake window and crashed into Steve's desk.

Vera had shit to do.

She pressed the elevator button, going 'up', as she eloquently brought her coffee up to her lips. Of course, she was dressed in her pantsuit, ironed and starched so flat she could vanish into the second dimension.

Drinking the warm and savory coffee, Vera grinned in relief. The perfect cup of caffeine with just one spoon of sugar was a pleasant taste in her mouth. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she glanced at the 'Out of Order' sign and frowned.

"Dumbass," she said to herself. She headed for the stairs to go up to the next floor. Once at her desk, she noticed that someone had left a folder with a note on making copies. Snatching the folder, she then chugged the rest of her coffee angrily.

She had shit to do, and yet some arsehole wanted her to make copies instead of doing it themselves. She looked for a name and saw that whoever wrote the note forgot to mention where to send the documents.

"I'm not the only dumbass around then," she said and motioned to throw the folder in the trash next to her desk but paused.

"Fu-u-u-c-**"

Vera sighed and headed over to the copy machine to make the copies anyways.

Vera stepped into the area where the copy machine was and saw that someone left a stack of copies in the tray. Slowly she went to reach for one of the papers on top and flipped it over.

...

She quickly put the copy back on the tray, thinking for sure she imagined what she saw. It was a strange slip of the mind.

But then she quickly snatched the paper and stared at the picture of an ass. A pale and pasty ass stared back at her, demanding to be acknowledged, but by who?

She reached for the stack and pulled them up, and flipped through the papers seeing ass on ass on ass.

Frowning, she took the stacks of asses and threw most of the papers in the recycling bin. All except one. She then went and grabbed a marker nearby and wrote on one of the pictures the following words.

"You definitely don't have to jump to get jeans on, I see."

Vera then taped the picture to the bulletin board nearby and then proceeded to make copies using the feeder tray instead of the glass area as she wasn't sure who copied their ass, disinfected afterward.

So Charles definitely opened a microsoft word document, but was close to bursting into tears. His elbow had miraculously combined some keyboard buttons together to delete all of his progress that he had half-assed. Now, Charles didn't have the patience nor the drive to type anything more. Instead he had opened a new tab and avoided all sites that would require the use of his head. In short terms, Charles decided to play computer games until he was mentally prepared to face a Microsoft word document again. 

He turned off the WiFi for the department, all so he could play the dinosaur game while everyone else shuffled around near the coffee machine and elevator for whatever reason. Charles has always been easily frustrated, specifically with games. So when he slammed a fist down on the desk, it rattled the one across from him as well which made a loud thud noise. Charles slowly peeked over from the cubicle divider to see someone's lunch, the zipper wide open. The sandwich looked way better than his cheap coffee, so he set the lunch back on the desk and took the sandwich for himself. 

Whoever's sandwich that was, it had been reduced simply to atoms in courtesy of Charles and his rumbling stomach. 

Stan woke up, "what a weird ass dream, caves, talking doors, rockwoman, samurai, magic, I gotta stop watching so much garbage on tv."
"Why am I even on the floor, and where is everyone?"
He stood up slowly, looking around, "Oh shit this is just like in walking dead, when Rick woke up."

The elevator door dinged, and Ted walked out, "Hey Stan. "
"Hi..Ted, well so much for being like Rick, damn I would have made a good Rick to....going to lunch."
"Carl I love you. " Stan said in his best southern drawl, as the elevator door opened, and he stepped in.
"Carl...Carl.....

Carl would walk back into his cubicle after getting a coffee. Carl looked at his desk ready to eat his fresh chicken and tomato sandwich when he realized it was gone. "DAMN IT, CHARLES!!! NOT AGAIN?!" I yelled angrily.

'PC-LOADLETTER'? WTF does that mean...(smashes copier).

Throughout all the chaos Dave still didn't give a fuck, sipping his coffee with a godsdamned smile on his face.