Writer’s Unit, Diary Entry 1!

“Welcome to the agency.” He said with a rather raspy tone. I assumed his voice would be deep and husky, given his posture and position in office. “You must have a tour immediately. It is quite a massive build.”

I wanted to decline, however, I wanted to keep the new job. “That would be great, thank you Mr. Asgon!” I gave a slight bow with a wide smile.

The boss had picked up his phone and pushed a single button. “Michael, could you be up here immediately?” He paused and nodded, “Of course, thank you.” Then, he put the phone down. “He’ll be right with you?”

I paused once more. Rather, I lost most words in the sheer amount of excitement I gained. I was just accepted to be part of this job, a Writer’s Unit! I’m not a writer, per se, but I am one of the organizers. “Might I ask, who is Michael?” I gathered the courage to say. Suddenly an eccentric brightness opened the door abruptly.

“Hello!” The man excitedly said. I was rather shocked at the sudden burst, but I wouldn’t let that dampen my own spirit. “I’m Michael!” He had a skinny physique in his common suit. He looked dapper, in a modern and casual way. “I’ll be your tour guide for today! Please, keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times!” He jumped 180 degrees and started marching. “All aboard!” He chugged his way out of the office, a deep voice chuckled behind me. I smiled and jumped on.

I was exposed to the huge expense the office was. It was tiered like a mall, four layers of huge ceilings and papers everywhere. The entire first floor had caught light from the huge windows. I looked down, over the glass railing, seeing stacks upon stacks of paper piling onto each other. The people at desks all had laptops and typed constantly, a few had taken a small break for water while the people walked past.

“That’s the main floor.” Michael had stated. “They keep track of every thought or evidence of the mind. Pretty handy!” He kept walking forward, I followed. “This is the third floor, 3 of 7!” He stated loudly.

“7? Where’s the other 4 rooms.” I asked, knowing nothing about the new adventures in this district.

“We’ll get there eventually.” Michael laughed it off. “Oh, there’s Fabio!”

I looked forward to what Michael had mentioned. A fashionable man was surrounded by mannequins. He ran his fingers in what looked like fluffy gelled hair. He was pacing back and forth while on the phone, pacing angrily might I add. “Is he doing okay?”

“Doesn’t seem to look like it!” Michael happily added. He went over and opened the door, I peeked inside.

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE THE 1800s MARGARET?” He yelled loudly, not realizing the two guests who have entered the room. “WE ARE TALKING ABOUT BUSTLE SKIRTS AND FINE LINING, YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT WEAR GODDAMNED PANTALOONS!”

“Fabio works with the fashion of the novels. As people go out to get the products for fashion as well as deliver the outfits to the characters of the certain story; he delivers not only one but two outfits! One for the carrier who will act as a minor character, and one for the main protagonist.” Michael explained in a slight whisper. “Hey Fabio!”

“NO, DON’T YOU DARE TRY AND BUSTLE THAT SKIRT. YOU WILL DO IT WRONG.” I couldn’t help but notice a certain accent behind Fabio. “COME BACK TO THE AGENCY, NOW.” He pushed his head while he turned to us. “Michael!” His tone shifted drastically to a sweet and loving voice. He walked over and gave two air kisses. “How are you sweet pea?”

Michael gave a sweet chuckle. “Doing great! I’m giving the recruit a tour of the office today. Want to add anything.”

Fabio leaned over, showing a sparkle in his suit and tie. “Welcome to the Writer’s Unit, I hope you…” he paused and his face scrunched. “MARGARET, THE MAIN PROTAGONIST NEEDS THE CORRECT OUTFIT OR ELSE THE TIMELINE IS COMPLETELY RUINED! ACCURACY IS MY MAIN PRIORITY AND YOU ARE MAKING THIS 10 TIMES MORE DIFFICULT THAN IT SHOULD BE!” Fabio lashed at his phone and paced back to his original angriness again.

“Nice to meet you too…” I sighed, slightly disappointed that he stopped. “Is Margaret going to make it?”

“Probably not... though, Fabio’s being a tad easier on her today!” Michael added. That’s him, being nicer? I’m scared to know what his absolute breaking point is. “Next stop!”

I put my smile on and march behind Michael again. I’ll update you in the next entry!

Start time: 11:01 PM 1/30/19

End time: 11:44 PM 1/30/19