On the wall behind Mira was a small, dusty whiteboard. On it, in elegant handwriting, was a chart titled
“Yeah, well, you’ve been saving your thrusts for the important things. Let the chair do the heavy lifting. Or, you know, the heavy sitting.”
And today’s date, circled in red, read: MIAB-288 Rekan Kerja Bokong Gede Jarang Dipuasin Ichika
“Noticed what? That you treat your glutes like a savings account?”
The culprit? Mira.
The next day, the office was abuzz. A delivery had arrived for Ichika: a brand-new, high-backed executive chair with heavy-duty casters. But it wasn't for her. She rolled it over to Mira’s desk.
“Trade you for the stool,” Ichika said. On the wall behind Mira was a small, dusty whiteboard
“The good beans are right there,” Ichika said, pointing.