Van Wylde's Office Antics

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Van Wylde, Victoria Lit Pic(s)

The morning sun cast long, lazy shadows across Van Wylde’s cluttered desk, a landscape of scattered blueprints and half-empty coffee mugs. Van himself leaned back in his worn leather chair, a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched Victoria Lit stride purposefully into the room. She placed a fresh file folder squarely in his inbox, her expression a perfect blend of professional efficiency and subtle amusement. “Another thrilling proposal on inter-departmental synergy,” she stated, her voice dry as the office air. Van’s response was to snatch a rubber band from his desk, stretching it between his fingers with theatrical contemplation. “Synergy requires focus, Victoria,” he declared, launching a precisely-aimed paperclip that ricocheted off the lamp and landed perfectly in her empty coffee cup. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Victoria’s lips as she retrieved the cup, her composure utterly unshaken by his antics. Without missing a beat, she plucked a stray pen from his desk and deftly flicked it, sending it spinning like a helicopter rotor to land behind his computer monitor. “And focus requires a clear workspace,” she countered smoothly, turning to leave as Van craned his neck to see where the pen had vanished. This was their familiar, unspoken dance, a daily ritual that broke the corporate monotony with a shared, knowing wit. He chuckled softly, already plotting his next move in their quiet, ongoing game of office one-upmanship.