In this company

♬ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)
≣ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)

ISWC: T-325.930.576-1
ISRC: PL22P2400012
UPC: 725336688127
©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

Bob in accounting - he's there for the cash
Says he hates numbers, but it's his stash
Sally in sales, with her flashy flair
Sells dreams to folks, keeps them unaware

In this company, we all play a role
Some for passion, some for the dole
Sure, it's exploitation, that's the goal
But hey, it pays the bills, keeps us whole

Mary in HR, loves the drama she brews
Matchmaking coworkers, that's her muse
And Tom in IT, with his techy grin
Lives for the glitches, it's his original sin

In this company, we all play a role
Some for passion, some for the dole
Sure, it's exploitation, that's the goal
But hey, it pays the bills, keeps us whole

We could pursue other gigs, no doubt
But pharma's allure keeps us about
Pills, potions, grand promises, we choose
To stand in this pharmaceutical muse

In this company, we all play a role
Some for passion, some for the dole
Sure, it's exploitation, that's the goal
But hey, it pays the bills, keeps us whole

Crystal guides Alex through the maze of desks, passing coworkers who barely glance up, too absorbed in hammering away at their keyboards or noisily munching on snacks. As they weave through the office, Crystal gives Alex a quick rundown of the more important people in the company.

When they finally stop, she gestures to Alek’s new workstation: a desk with a computer—an ancient, bulky model showing clear signs of heavy use over the years. The screen is streaked with smudges, and the once-white casing has yellowed with age.

Crystal looks at Alex with an amused smirk. “Well, sweetheart, this is your big moment. Dive into the formulas,” she says, her tone dripping with mock enthusiasm. “Yes, I know, it’s thrilling,” she adds, noticing the confused look on Alex’ face.

With that, Alex is left alone at his workstation. He stares at the computer screen for a moment before hesitantly trying to turn it on. The machine responds with a long, metallic groan that sounds like a death rattle. Alex lets out a deep sigh, already sensing that the day isn’t going to be a good one. In the background, Crystal dramatically swings open the door to the “formulas” room and slams it shut behind her with flair.

The computer screen flickers to life, and a faint hum begins to emanate from the machine. Oblivious to any potential danger, Alex tries to move the computer’s tower to make more room on his desk. That’s when it happens—a loud crack followed by sparks flying from the casing, zapping Alex’ hand.

“Ahhh!” he yells, jumping back from the desk as if he’s just seen a ghost. Nearby coworkers immediately look up, startled, only to erupt into laughter seconds later.

One of them, Tom from IT, casually strolls over with a coffee mug in hand, pointing at Alex with a grin. “Don’t worry, everyone gets a jolt on their first day. Welcome to the family, man!”

In the background, a very elegant and handsome 45-year-old man walks by. Alex notices him and asks Crystal who he is. Crystal replies, "That's Mr. Nobody. He's just here. No one knows why. That's how it is, and it won't change. Stop asking dumb questions!"

Still chuckling, the coworkers quickly return to their tasks, the moment already forgotten. Alex, on the other hand, cautiously sits back down at his desk, gingerly running his fingers over the keyboard as if expecting it to shock him again.

From the background, Crystal’s voice rings out from behind the closed door of the lab “formulas” room. “Good luck, genius. Holler if anything blows up!”

Escape now

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≣ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)

ISWC: T-325.668.685-4
ISRC: PL22P2400013
UPC: 725336688127
©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

Listen closely to your co-worker’s tale
Here deceit thrives and rumours prevail
The boss – a tyrant with an icy heart
Colleagues conspire, their secrets kept tight

Freedom is an illusion, a trap so cunning
They’ll part ways with you without a word
Escape now while there’s still a chance
For if you stay, you’ll be bound in chains

Escape now while the path is clear
Before hope fades and the end draws near
Before you’re lost, don’t delay, find your way
In the office maze, where hearts wander astray

Escape now while the path is clear
Before hope fades and the end draws near
Before you’re lost, don’t delay, find your way
In the office maze, where hearts wander astray.

Alex is still sitting at his desk when, out of the corner of his eye, Jossie (57) comes into view. Clearly older than the rest of the team, she walks by with an armful of papers. A moment later, she pauses and steps closer to Alex’s workstation. Her outfit—an oversized blazer and a pleated skirt—looks dated, clashing with the corporate vibe of the office.

Jossie looks at Alex with an expression somewhere between concern and quiet melancholy. “You’re the new guy, huh?” she asks, not waiting for an answer. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, carrying a faint undertone of weariness. “If I can give you some advice... maybe think twice about whether this ‘Pharma’ gig is the right choice for your career path,” she says.

Caught off guard by her bluntness, Alex stares at her, bewildered. “Uh… well, actually—” he starts, but before he can finish, Jossie suddenly collapses to the floor. The papers she was carrying scatter everywhere, creating a chaotic mess around her.

“Ugh! She’s at it again!” someone shouts from across the room. The voice sparks a wave of laughter throughout the office. Employees start chiming in with comments, ignoring Jossie as she lies on the ground. They say she’s “just looking for attention,” that “no one falls for it anymore,” and that “nobody likes her anyway because she’s old, unfashionable, and plain.”

“This is her best performance yet!” quips Mary from HR, raising her coffee cup as if making a toast.

Stunned, Alex leans over Jossie, trying to help. “Ma’am? Are you okay?!” he asks, his voice tinged with panic. No one else in the office seems remotely concerned. The employees lose interest in the scene as quickly as they’d started gossiping about it.

“Relax, newbie, that’s just how she is. Ignore it,” a young man from Sales calls out without even looking away from his screen.

Jossie slowly opens her eyes. “You didn’t have to worry,” she says softly, propping herself up on one elbow. Her voice is calm, almost indifferent to the reactions around her. Alex helps her sit up, then begins gathering the scattered documents. Jossie watches him with a faint smile, a subtle gesture of gratitude for the attention she rarely seems to get in the office.

As Alex finishes picking up the papers, Crystal passes by his desk, holding a coffee mug. She smirks and says, “Don’t sweat it, Alex. Jossie loves a bit of drama. It’s like our own little office theater.”

Crystal’s tone is light, but the comment stings, leaving Alex to wonder if kindness has any place in this cold, indifferent workspace.

She’s the Boss

♬ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)
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ISWC: T-325.669.242-5
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©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

I’m the boss, can’t you see
All you minions bow to me
In this office, I hold sway
Cross me once and you’ll pay

She’s the boss, that’s her creed
No room for jokes, no room to plead
Her word is law, her say is final
Step out of line, face the trial

With a flick of my wrist, I command
Obey my orders, understand
I rule this roost with an iron fist
No room for slackers, get the gist

She’s the boss, that’s her creed
No room for jokes, no room to plead
Her word is law, her say is final
Step out of line, face the trial

So here’s to the boss, tough as nails
May her heart soften, as her grip pales
For in the end, we’re a team
Even if we’re living the dream

Through the office windows, employees watch Monica, the boss, making her way toward the building. A well-dressed, polished 43-year-old woman, she battles the gusty wind with an umbrella in hand as a heavy rainstorm looms. After a moment, a strong gust flips her umbrella inside out, leaving the metal ribs exposed. The scene prompts laughter among the employees.

Exactly at 9:00 AM, the front doors burst open, and Monica steps into the office. Her usually impeccable outfit—a tailored blazer and skirt—is soaked through, the fabric clinging to her frame. Around her eyes, her makeup has smudged slightly, and in her hands, she still holds the broken umbrella, its exposed wires resembling a piece of modern art.

Despite her disheveled appearance, Monica strides into the office with feigned confidence, which only fuels the amusement of her employees. One by one, they start laughing, attempting to stifle their giggles behind their monitors. Someone in the back lets out a quiet whistle, while another voice mutters half-audibly, “The queen has returned!”

As Monica passes Alex’s desk, she tosses the battered umbrella onto it, scattering water droplets across the keyboard. Alex, caught off guard, doesn’t dare say a word of protest.

Meanwhile, Sally (24), a young and ambitious saleswoman known to be Monica’s favorite, steps out from behind her desk. With exaggerated flair, she raises her arms in a theatrical gesture and begins showering Monica with over-the-top praise.

Her speech is absurdly dramatic, and her gestures verge on parody. The employees, who had been hiding their laughter moments ago, now erupt into full-blown applause. Some clap, others bang their hands on their desks. A few even toss crumpled paper balls at Sally in mock appreciation of her performance.

Monica looks at Sally with a mix of irritation and amusement. While her expression tries to remain stern, the slight twitch at the corners of her mouth betrays her struggle to suppress a laugh. “Thank you, Sally,” she says coolly, her tone laced with sarcasm. “But maybe you could move out of my way before I create an even bigger puddle here?”

Sally steps aside quickly, straightens her blazer, and returns to her desk. The employees chuckle a bit longer as Monica surveys the room with one last glance. Without another word, she heads toward her office, leaving a trail of wet footprints in her wake.

Outside, the storm breaks in earnest, rain pelting against the windows, while inside, the office atmosphere settles back into its usual rhythm.

Everybody’s on a high

♬ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)
≣ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)

ISWC: T-325.930.547-6
ISRC: PL22P2400014
UPC: 725336688127
©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

Noon hits, gotta pop that pill
To shut down the mind, just for the thrill
In a world where thoughts collide
We’re searching for a place to hide

Everybody’s on a high
Chasing dreams up in the sky
But we’re lost in a daze
Caught up in this hazy phase

Does it really matter, does it really count
If nobody’s watching, what’s it all about
We’re living in a blur, living in a lie
In a universe where no one asks why

Everybody’s on a high
Chasing dreams up in the sky
But we’re lost in a daze
Caught up in this hazy phase

Noon at "M&L Pharma" is when the office slows down, and the routine takes on a nearly ritualistic air. To Alex’s astonishment, Crystal emerges from the “formulas” room wearing a white lab coat and oversized protective goggles. Her entrance is almost theatrical—thin mist trails behind her, and the faint scent of chemicals lingers in the air. She’s holding a large metal tray, on which rests a branded box of pills labeled “Performansil.”

As if on cue, the employees abandon their tasks and immediately line up for the tray. The order of the line appears hierarchical—sales team members rush to the front, enthusiastically tossing down their headsets mid-call, followed by the rest of the staff. Crystal stands at the center of the office like a priestess distributing her "blessings," handing out one pill per person from the box.

Alex stands to the side, watching the scene with growing unease. His face betrays a mix of confusion and disbelief. After the line clears, Crystal approaches him, the tray balanced in her hands, a faintly ironic smile on her lips. “Time to take your first step toward belonging, kid,” she says, offering him a pill.

“No, thanks,” Alex replies, shaking his head firmly. His voice is steady, but there’s an undercurrent of tension and unease. Crystal raises an eyebrow, visibly surprised. Some employees freeze, staring at Alex as though he’s just committed an unthinkable act. One person from the back of the line mutters under their breath, “Well, he won’t last long here.”

Crystal, though taken aback, shrugs it off. “Suit yourself,” she says, her tone carrying a subtle edge of warning. “But you know what they say—those who don’t take it always end up the worst off.” With that, she turns and heads toward Jossie.

Jossie, who had been sitting silently at her desk, catches Alex’s attention. Crystal approaches her, places a single pill on her desk, and gently pats her shoulder. “Only the best for you, Jossie,” she says with a tone that’s equal parts sincere and faintly condescending. Jossie remains silent, staring ahead. After a moment, she pops the pill into her mouth and washes it down with the last cold dregs of her coffee.

Alex continues standing to the side, aware that his refusal hasn’t gone unnoticed. He feels the weight of his coworkers’ stares and hears their hushed whispers about him. A shadow of uncertainty crosses his face again.

Jossie glances in his direction, her expression almost sympathetic, as if to say, I get it, but that won’t be enough here.

In this company (interlude)

♬ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)
≣ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)

ISWC: T-325.668.804-3
ISRC: PL22P2400017
UPC: 725336688127
©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

The clock, mounted on the sterile wall of the corridor, suddenly takes center stage. Its rhythmic ticking, once a gentle reminder of passing time, begins to accelerate, each tick growing louder and more insistent. In a surreal display, the seconds, minutes, and hours seem to blend into one continuous, pulsating beat—a manifestation of time itself spiraling into a frenzy.

As the acceleration intensifies, the hands of the clock blur into a whirlwind of motion. Time appears to collapse upon itself, with fleeting moments merging into a dizzying cascade of memories and possibilities. The echoing ticks resonate through the empty halls, drawing a stark contrast to the earlier, orchestrated chaos within the office, and evoking a sense of both urgency and inevitable transformation.

Then, as abruptly as it began, the relentless ticking comes to a halt. The clock freezes, its hands suspended in a moment of profound stillness that seems to defy the relentless march of time. In that quiet pause, the world holds its breath—a fleeting interlude that invites reflection on the transient nature of existence and the silent promise of renewal beyond the chaos.

It’s quite absurd

♬ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)
≣ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)

ISWC: T-325.668.842-9
ISRC: PL22P2400019
UPC: 725336688127
©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

I’m the office’s live wire, that’s for sure
But this shocking sensation, I can’t endure
Dreaming of days with a grounded PC
Where I can work without fear, happy and free

Rubber-soled shoes and gloves, I’ve tried them all
But this computer’s zap, it’s like a wake-up call
They say it’s all fine, but I beg to disagree
With each electrical surge, I long for safety

Here I am, just a worker in this place
With a computer that’s shocking, what a disgrace
No grounding in sight, it’s quite absurd
In this electrified office, I’m truly perturbed

Alex leans over his desk, untangling the chaotic mess of cables snaking behind his computer like a writhing nest. Up close, the office equipment looks even worse—frayed insulation dangles from wires, and in some spots, shiny copper strands peek through, exposed and dangerous. Fully focused on the task, Alex searches for the right cable to connect the printer when, out of nowhere, he feels a sudden jolt.

“Ahhh!” he cries out, dropping the cable as sparks jump between the exposed wires. He stumbles backward, landing awkwardly in his chair. Around the office, a few heads lift from their desks to glance at him, but no one moves to help. Their reactions are indifferent at best—several coworkers exchange amused glances, and one mutters under his breath, “Guess the new guy doesn’t know workplace safety.”

Still a bit shaken, Alex rubs his tingling hand, trying to shake off the lingering buzz from the shock. As he gathers himself, he notices Jossie quietly approaching. Her steps are so soft they barely make a sound, but her presence feels oddly reassuring. She’s carrying a pair of thick rubber gloves and a worn but sturdy pair of rubber boots.

“This is for you,” she says softly, placing the gloves and boots on his desk. Her voice is calm, almost soothing, with a hint of understanding. “This is just how things are around here. Nobody bothers fixing the equipment, and proper grounding? Forget about it. These gloves and boots... they’re the best I can offer. Not much, but better than nothing.”

Alex looks up at her, gratitude flickering across his face, though it’s tinged with disbelief. “Hasn’t anyone, you know, reported this?” he asks, gesturing toward the chaotic tangle of wires.

Jossie shrugs lightly. “More times than you’d want to know. But around here, nobody does anything until someone’s seriously hurt. And even then...” She trails off, offering him a sad, knowing smile. “This place runs on its own rules, kid. If you want to make it here, you’ll have to learn how to dodge the hazards. Literally.”

Alex picks up the gloves, turning them over in his hands as he takes in her words. Slowly, he slides them on. “Thanks,” he says, his tone genuinely appreciative.

Jossie nods, a silent you’re welcome, and heads back to her desk, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts.

The office hums along in its usual rhythm, indifferent to the moment’s significance. But for Alex, the encounter is a turning point. In the chaos of “M&L Pharma,” Jossie stands out as a rare ally—a quiet figure of support in a place where everyone else seems to only look out for themselves.

This is a war!

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©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

You’re walking ’round with her again
That woman stuck on the archive shelf
Been there for years, with nothing to gain
What do you see in her but wasted wealth

You’re not with us, it’s clear to see
No neutral ground, no Switzerland to be
You’re either in or you’re against the flow
This is a war, and soon you’ll go

You’re not with us, it’s clear to see
No neutral ground, no Switzerland to be
You’re either in or you’re against the flow
This is a war, and soon you’ll go

She’s strange, a failure, don’t deny
Years have passed her by
You’re young, but blind to what we see
In this game, there’s no room for sympathy

You’re not with us, it’s clear to see
No neutral ground, no Switzerland to be
You’re either in or you’re against the flow
This is a war, and soon you’ll go

You’re not with us, it’s clear to see
No neutral ground, no Switzerland to be
You’re either in or you’re against the flow
This is a war, and soon you’ll go

We’ll make sure you don’t belong
That bond you’ve got? It won’t last long
In this office, we play tough
And soon, you’ll find you’re not enough

You’re not with us, it’s clear to see
No neutral ground, no Switzerland to be
You’re either in or you’re against the flow
This is a war, and soon you’ll go

You’re not with us, it’s clear to see
No neutral ground, no Switzerland to be
You’re either in or you’re against the flow
This is a war, and soon you’ll go

This is a war!

Alex hunches over his desk, focused on his work, doing his best to ignore the unfriendly glances from his coworkers. The connection forming between him and Jossie is becoming hard to miss. Alex often chats with her, and even from across their desks, they share glances filled with understanding. Jossie, in turn, occasionally walks over to offer a tip or help him navigate technical issues.

It’s this growing camaraderie that stirs resentment among the rest of the team. Some coworkers shoot irritated looks in their direction, while others whisper under their breath. The tension finally boils over when someone from sales mutters, just loud enough to be heard, “The new guy needs to figure out how things work around here.”

At first, it seems like nothing. A single stack of documents lands on Alex’s desk with a snide comment: “Here, this should be right up your alley.” But soon, others pile on—Maria from HR drops a thick stack of papers onto his desk with an exaggerated sigh, saying, “Monica said this needs to be done by tomorrow.” One by one, more employees follow suit, dumping their unfinished tasks onto Alex’s desk, building a precarious tower of paperwork.

Alex stares at the growing stack in confusion, opening his mouth to say something, but his voice is drowned out by the background buzz of the office. His coworkers, clearly pleased with themselves, avoid his gaze, pretending to be deeply engrossed in their own work.

From her office, Monica watches the scene unfold. Her face remains impassive—she makes no move to intervene. It’s as if she sees this as just another part of the unspoken office hierarchy.

Jossie, noticing what’s happening, approaches Alex’s desk. Her expression is a mixture of concern and anger. “What are you all doing?” she asks sharply, glaring at the nearby employees. But her words are met with silence. They bounce around the office, ignored. Tom from IT shrugs without looking up. “Everyone’s gotta learn to fend for themselves. Isn’t that how we gain experience around here?”

The tower of papers wobbles, then collapses in a loud crash, scattering documents all over the floor. A few people snicker, covering their mouths to stifle their laughter. Others turn away, pretending not to notice the mess they caused.

Alex lets out a deep sigh and kneels to gather the scattered papers. Jossie crouches beside him to help. Her gaze speaks of quiet solidarity but also a weary resignation—an expression Alex is beginning to understand all too well.

The coworkers, satisfied their “lesson” hit its mark, return to their desks with smug smiles, their mission accomplished.

Leave your judgments

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≣ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)

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©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

I’m not perfect, never claimed to be
For even crystal cracks, if you look closely
No one’s flawless, none without sin
Every heart hides scars within

If you’ve never stumbled, never bled
Then cast your stones, go ahead
But if you’ve faltered, just like me
Leave your judgments quietly

For even stars, in their endless glow
Have shadows deep where light won’t go
So before you cast a stone so pure
Are you certain your heart’s secure

If you’ve never stumbled, never bled
Then cast your stones, go ahead
But if you’ve faltered, just like me
Leave your judgments quietly

Another day at "M&L Pharma." The office hums with its usual rhythm—the clatter of keyboards, the rustling of papers, and the low buzz of phone calls forming a monotonous background. Suddenly, thick gray smoke begins seeping from under the door of the “formulas” room, curling into the office air.

One employee glances up from their desk, frowning. “Hey, is something burning?” they ask, standing cautiously. Others start to notice the smoke as well, rising from their seats and exchanging confused, uneasy glances.

Before long, a small crowd gathers at a safe distance from the lab door, which is slightly ajar, releasing even more smoke. “Somebody do something!” Sally shouts, her voice breaking the tension. “Where’s the fire extinguisher?” Alex adds, urgency in his tone. Yet despite the calls to action, nobody moves.

Suddenly, there’s a loud bang, and the lab doors fly off their hinges, crashing to the floor. The employees scatter, letting out startled yells. Through the smoky haze steps Crystal, clad in a lab coat with her protective goggles pushed up onto her forehead. Her face is smudged with soot, and in one hand, she’s holding a flask filled with a bubbling, neon green liquid.

“Oops,” she says, her face a mix of sheepishness and nonchalance.

Saw nothing, heard nothing

♬ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)
≣ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)

ISWC: T-325.930.797-2
ISRC: PL22P2400016
UPC: 725336688127
©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

In the office late at night
Caught you in a compromising sight
But darling keep it out of mind
I saw nothing, heard nothing, alright

I saw nothing, heard nothing, that’s the decree
Caught in the moment, just you and me
But now it’s over, turn on the mute
You saw nothing, heard nothing, is that understood?

– I didn’t want to see that!
– You little fucking spy! What are you doing here at night?! You’re fired! I don’t want your eyes on me!

I saw nothing, heard nothing, that’s the decree
Caught in the moment, just you and me
But now it’s over, turn on the mute
You saw nothing, heard nothing, is that understood?

The office is cloaked in darkness, save for the dim, warm light spilling from Monica’s slightly ajar office door. Alex swipes his access card and steps inside, moving cautiously, almost as if he’s afraid of being caught sneaking around.

“Where did I leave it?” he mutters under his breath as he makes his way toward his desk. Then, he freezes. Muffled sounds—somewhere between quiet laughter and suppressed moans—catch his attention, drifting out from Monica’s office.

His curiosity, mixed with unease, pulls him toward the source of the noise. The sounds grow clearer—laughter interspersed with soft groans. Alex hesitates, the dim light making the shadows feel even more unsettling. Just as he begins to back away, the office door bursts open with a loud bang.

Panicked, Alex dives behind his desk, crouching out of sight. Monica rushes out of her office, wearing nothing but black lingerie, her hair slightly tousled. With a dramatic shout of, “No! Oh no!” she sprints across the room, waving a pink shirt above her head. Her loud laughter echoes, as if the entire scene is an exhilarating joke.

Trailing behind her is Mr. Nobody—bare-chested, wearing only boxers, with a pink pig mask pulled over his face. His movements are clumsy and surreal, adding to the absurdity of the moment.

“Oh, you wild boar!” Monica teases in a playful, low voice, tossing the pink shirt toward a nearby desk. It lands directly on Alex’s head. Frozen in terror, he stays hidden, clutching the shirt, praying he won’t be noticed.

Monica spins back toward her companion but suddenly freezes mid-motion. Her eyes lock onto Alex, who has just pulled the shirt off his head and placed it on the desk, unwittingly revealing himself.

An eerie silence envelops the room.

“Oh… fuck,” Monica mutters under her breath, her expression shifting between shock and fury. Mr. Nobody, equally stunned, stands frozen, the pig mask amplifying the awkwardness of the moment.

Monica is the first to recover. “What the hell are you doing here at this hour?” she snaps, her voice sharp and rising in intensity.

Alex stammers, his face pale as he scrambles for words. “I… I just… I left my wallet, and—”

“Spying on me, huh?” she cuts him off, her voice turning icy as she storms toward him. “I don’t believe this!” Her glare sharpens, and with a sweeping gesture, she commands, “Pack your stuff and get out. I don’t want to see you here ever again!”

Alex nods frantically, trying to muster an apology, but Monica has already turned away. She snatches the pink shirt off the desk and tosses it back to Mr. Nobody.

“Let’s go,” she hisses, her tone dripping with venom. Before disappearing into her office, she barks over her shoulder, “And don’t you dare come back!”

As the door slams shut behind them, Alex remains crouched by his desk, his breath shallow, his eyes wide with disbelief.

After a long moment, he finally rises, gathers his things, and heads for the door. Just before leaving, he glances back at Monica’s office, the faint glow of light still visible through the door. Without looking back again, he hurries out into the night.

No one’s been this good to me

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≣ Dariusz Staropiętka (IPI: 01244561367)

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©℗ 2024 Dariusz Staropiętka / Ultramix Records

Where faces hide the truth so well
People buy, and people sell
They take what’s needed, then they’re gone
And leave you standing all alone

I’ve seen promises turn to dust
Kindness fade, as if it must
But you held on, through it all
I wonder, will I fall?

But you…

You (you) stayed and showed me care
Through the noise, you were there
No one’s been this good to me
Are you real, or will you leave?

But you (you) stayed and showed me care
Through the noise, you were there
No one’s been this good to me
Are you real, or will you leave?

(Happy Birthday)
(Happy Birthday to You!)
(Happy Birthday)

For every soul that seems so bright
There’s a cost that hides behind the light
Yet here you are, you still remain
Is this true, or just a game?

I’m scared to trust, but here I stand
A fragile heart held in your hands
In this race of masks and schemes
Will you stay, or are you dream?

But you…

You (you) stayed and showed me care
Through the noise, you were there
No one’s been this good to me
Are you real, or will you leave?

But you (you) stayed and showed me care
Through the noise, you were there
No one’s been this good to me
Are you real, or will you leave?

Another day. Afternoon. Alex walks into the office with a gloomy expression, his steps heavy, his eyes filled with resignation. In his hands, he carries an empty cardboard box. The realization that last night sealed his fate at the company has drained him of any hope for change.

As he approaches his desk, he notices Jossie sitting alone, surrounded by stacks of documents. She looks even more downcast than usual, her gaze distant and empty. Hesitating for a moment, Alex steps closer. Jossie perks up slightly at the sight of him.

“I thought you finally quit this place! I was starting to feel happy for you,” she says, trying to sound teasing but failing to hide her sadness.

“Well, I didn’t quit,” Alex replies quietly, his voice almost a whisper, “the job quit me.” He explains the events of the previous night, recounting the humiliating episode.

Jossie listens intently before offering a suggestion. “Just act like nothing happened,” she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of melancholy. “You’ve got nothing to lose.”

Alex notices her trembling lips and the deep sadness reflected in her eyes. Concerned, he asks, “What’s wrong, Jossie? You don’t seem yourself.”

Jossie hesitates before answering. “You know, Alex…” she begins, her voice barely audible. “Today’s my birthday.” She pauses for a moment, as if weighing whether to continue. “But no one’s remembered for years. Sometimes, I even try to forget myself.”

Alex, burdened by his own problems, feels her words strike a chord deep within him. Watching her quietly return to her paperwork, something inside him snaps. He decides he won’t let her spend this day in loneliness and obscurity.

Rushing to his desk, Alex grabs the cardboard box meant for packing his belongings. He cuts out one of the sides to fashion a crown, scribbling “Pharma Queen” on it with a marker. Then, remembering an uneaten donut from the previous day, he rushes to the Crystal's room. Despite Crystal’s protests, he snags a tea light candle.

Back at Jossie’s desk, Alex places the candle in the middle of the donut, lights it, and approaches her with his improvised crown and makeshift cake.

“Happy birthday, to you!” Alex shouts, setting the “cake” down on her desk with a flourish. Jossie’s face lights up with a look of surprise, followed by a rare, genuine smile. Alex gently places the cardboard crown on her head.

“Happy birthday, sunshine! Today, you’re the queen of the office!" he declares.

Jossie, visibly moved, wipes away a tear rolling down her cheek. “Thank you… This… this is so kind… No one’s ever done anything like this for me,” she says, her voice breaking with emotion.

Too much (interlude)

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Following Jossie’s advice, Alex returns to his workstation. Her suggestion proves effective, as Monica doesn’t even glance in his direction or acknowledge his return.

Jossie rises from her chair, heading toward the restroom. Midway, she suddenly stops, clutching her chest. Her legs buckle beneath her, and though she tries to take another step, she collapses to the floor with a resounding thud.

For a moment, the office falls into a stunned silence. Employees peek over their monitors, their faces filled more with irritation than concern. Someone exhales loudly. “There she goes again with her performance…” Another coworker adds dismissively, “How many times can she pull this? It’s getting embarrassing.”

Alex leaps from his chair and rushes to her side, dropping to his knees. “Jossie! Jossie!” he calls out, shaking her gently, but she doesn’t respond. His panic intensifies as he presses his fingers to her neck, searching for a pulse. His face pales as terror sets in.

“She’s not breathing!” Alex shouts, his voice cracking. The words hang in the air, unanswered. Around him, the office remains indifferent, the workers returning to their tasks as though nothing had happened. “Call an ambulance! Somebody, please!” he yells desperately.

Crystal emerges from the formulas room, her expression shifting from mild irritation to alarm. Without a word, she grabs her phone and dials 911.

Meanwhile, Alex begins chest compressions, his hands trembling as he performs CPR. The office noise fades into an unsettling silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic movements of his hands. The scene blurs as paramedics arrive, quickly attaching Jossie to portable equipment and lifting her onto a stretcher.

As the medics wheel her out of the office, Alex remains on the floor, kneeling in stunned disbelief. His face is a portrait of anguish and helplessness. Crystal walks over and places a steadying hand on his shoulder, offering silent comfort.

Moments later, the focus shifts to Alex, now standing in the same spot, gripping his phone tightly. His expression crumples as he lets out a gut-wrenching scream: “Nooooo!” The phone slips from his grasp, tumbling in slow motion before shattering on the floor.

Here I stand

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In the shadow of loss, I dwell and mourn
Reflecting on chances missed, opportunities shorn
If only I had spoken up, sounded the warning horn
But now it’s too late, the chance is gone

I watch memories fade, like leaves in the fall
Regret fills my soul, a heavy pall
If only I had reached out, answered the call
But now I’m left with echoes in an empty hall

The last employees leave the office. Some call out a casual “See you,” while others silently close the door behind them without a glance back. Alex sits at his desk, his face buried in his hands, his shoulders trembling as quiet sobs escape him.

When the office is finally empty, Alex lifts his head, his tear-streaked face reflecting exhaustion and resignation. His gaze drifts across his desk—the chaotic stack of documents, the unreliable computer that had frustrated him countless times, and the small personal items scattered around.

With a heavy sigh, he stands and begins packing his belongings into a battered cardboard box, one side missing. Every object he picks up seems to carry a weight of its own: the faded company-branded mug he received on his first day, a notebook filled with forgotten scribbles and useless notes. Each item feels like a piece of the story he’s leaving behind.

When the last item is placed inside the box, Alex removes the lanyard with his ID badge from around his neck. He pauses, holding it in his hand, as if the simple object holds the last tether to this place. After a long moment, he places it on the desk with quiet finality.

Alex takes one last, lingering look around the dimly lit office. The silence feels almost deafening now, the absence of the usual hum of keyboards, quiet chatter, and shuffling papers amplifying the emptiness.

Slowly, he moves to the light switches, turning them off one by one. Each click casts another section of the office into darkness until only his corner remains illuminated.

With the box in his arms, Alex walks to the door. He stops, turning back one final time to take in the empty office. The space that once buzzed with life now feels cold, lifeless. Taking a deep breath, he flips the final light switch, plunging the office into complete darkness. Without another glance, he steps out and closes the door behind him.

We built this empire

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Do you remember how hard it was to start
Getting them hooked, like rats in a trap
We spun the wheel, with a smile so wide
They took the bait, with nowhere to hide

I remember, the trials went slow
Convincing them all, they’d never know
Just one more pill, to ease their day
Who would have guessed it’s all a charade

We built this empire, step by step
On trust of fools, that’s what we kept
Each dose a spark, that lights the flame
Now they’re hooked, we’ve sealed their fate
Like laboratory rats they go
The secret’s hidden, they’ll never know

I said: 'cut costs, keep it lean'
Why waste time when the path’s unseen
Perfect test subjects right in place
Why chase the future, when it’s in our face

And now they smile, they’re so content
Not knowing where their freedom went
We gave them dreams wrapped up in lies
And pushed the truth right past their eyes

We built this empire, step by step
On trust of fools, that’s what we kept
Each dose a spark, that lights the flame
Now they’re hooked, we’ve sealed their fate
Like laboratory rats they go
The secret’s hidden, they’ll never know

Do you think they’ll ever wake
See the cage we had to make
They’re lost, so deep inside
They’ll keep on taking pills for the ride

We built this empire, step by step
On trust of fools, that’s what we kept
Each dose a spark, that lights the flame
Now they’re hooked…

We built this empire, step by step
On trust of fools, that’s what we kept
Each dose a spark, that lights the flame
Now they’re hooked, we’ve sealed their fate
Like laboratory rats they go
The secret’s hidden, they’ll never know

Do you remember, how hard it began
Don’t leave me…

The office carries on as usual, though Alex’s empty desk casts a noticeable shadow over the atmosphere. The routine is abruptly interrupted when the door to the "formulas" room bursts open. Crystal strides out, clutching a document tightly in her hand. Dressed in casual clothes, her steps are quick and deliberate, her gaze sharp and unrelenting.

Without hesitation, she marches across the office toward Monica’s door. Her movements are so intense that heads turn, but no one says a word.

Inside Monica’s office, tension ignites like a spark to dry tinder.

“I’m done. I’ve had enough. This is it!” Crystal shouts, slamming the document onto Monica’s desk.

Monica looks up from her monitor, her expression a mix of surprise and irritation. “What now? You can’t just walk out like this!” she snaps, her tone sharp with disbelief.

Crystal doesn’t wait. She turns on her heel, already heading for the door. “I’m not your puppet, Monica! Run this office however you like, but I won’t be part of this circus anymore!” she fires back, her voice cutting through the air. The door slams shut behind her, the sound reverberating through the now-quiet office.

Crystal storms toward the "formulas" room, her breath quick and shallow, her hands trembling. Moments later, Monica rushes after her, practically running to catch up.

“You can’t just leave like this!” Monica shouts, her tone slipping into something almost desperate. “Don’t you remember how hard we worked to make this happen? You can’t just throw it all away!”

Crystal stops, folding her arms tightly across her chest. Her expression is colder than ever, her voice steady. “Oh, I remember. I remember every lie we told, every secret we buried, and every shady thing we did to get here. But I didn’t sign up for people dying because of it! That’s where I draw the line. I’m done, Monica.”

Monica, clearly rattled, switches tactics. Her voice softens, turning almost pleading. “Look, I know it’s hard, but we’re in this together. We can’t just give up now. Please, stay. I need you. I’ll double your salary!”

Crystal doesn’t flinch. She pauses for a moment, her sharp eyes studying Monica, then replies with measured precision. “If you really need me, prove it. Triple my salary. That’s the price.”

Monica stares at her, the weight of the decision etched on her face. The silence stretches as she calculates her next move. Finally, after a tense pause, she nods. “Fine. Triple. But you’ll stay, right?”

Crystal’s lips curl into a faint smile, though her eyes remain icy. “Fine. But let me be clear—things need to change, Monica. If they don’t, don’t expect my loyalty to last.”

Monica extends her hand as a gesture of agreement, but Crystal doesn’t move, leaving her standing there. Monica hesitates for a moment before lowering her hand, turning away, and walking back toward her office. Crystal stays rooted in place, her stance firm, her resolve unshaken.

Time is patient

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Days have passed, we’ve grown in skills
With each challenge, we climb the hills
Learning, evolving, every hour
We gaining strength, like a blooming flower

A new dawn breaks, the world’s aglow
Anything can happen, this we know
In the hands of fate, we stand unsure
Destiny’s path, we must endure

In life’s fields, we strive to survive
Though no one believes we’ll thrive
Does it make sense? Nobody knows
Time is patient, but the harvest close

The morning starts off like any other. A few employees chat casually about the rumored quarterly bonus, which is said to be much higher than the last one. Yet, despite the buzz, the atmosphere in the office remains unchanged—cold, monotonous, and marked by indifference.

By midday, Crystal steps out of the formulas room, wearing her usual lab coat and holding a tray with a box of Performansil. As always, the employees line up in their predetermined order, collecting their daily dose. Some swallow the pills with enthusiasm, while others do so mechanically, as if it’s just another part of their dull routine.

Suddenly, the front doors burst open with a thunderous bang. A SWAT team storms in, dressed in black tactical gear, weapons drawn. “Police! Nobody move!” the commander shouts, his voice cutting through the office like a knife.

The employees freeze, some mid-action, a few still holding pills in their hands. Crystal stops in her tracks, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. The officers fan out across the office, securing entrances and checking every corner.

“Everyone against the wall! Now!” another officer barks. The once-apathetic workers erupt into chaos. Some stammer out excuses, while others silently comply, their faces pale with panic.

From her office, Monica watches the commotion through a crack in her door. Her sharp eyes dart between the officers and her panicking team. Realizing the severity of the situation, she springs into action. Lifting her skirt slightly, she opens the window leading to the back of the building. With surprising agility, she climbs out, jumps to the ground, and disappears between the nearby buildings.

Meanwhile, the chaos inside intensifies. Officers uncover stacks of documents, chemical formulas, and scattered tablets, carefully bagging everything as evidence. Crystal, still holding the tray, tries to speak, her voice trembling. “This is legal! They’re just supplements!” she stammers.

An officer cuts her off, snapping a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists. “Tell it to the judge,” he mutters.

“But it’s all legal!” one of the employees protests, his voice desperate. His words, however, are drowned out by the officers’ commands as they move methodically through the office.

One by one, the employees are led out of the building, their expressions a mix of confusion and dread. The once-bustling office grows eerily silent as the last officer exits, carrying a box of evidence. The heavy doors slam shut with a final, echoing thud, leaving the office cold, empty, and still.

BONUS: EPILOGUE (A FEW DAYS LATER)

The office stands empty and lifeless, as if its heartbeat had been permanently silenced. Dust blankets the abandoned rows of desks, while scattered papers and broken equipment serve as grim reminders of the chaos that once filled the space. In the background, a cleaning crew moves methodically, salvaging anything of value. Chairs and desks are carried out one by one, leaving the room even barer with each passing moment.

Amid the muffled chatter of the crew, the steady swish of a broom against the floor cuts through the stillness. An older cleaning woman, her face etched with fatigue, sweeps the floor with slow, deliberate strokes. Each movement seems like an attempt to breathe life back into a place long abandoned to decay.

Then, something outside the window catches her eye.

In one of the tall windows, a face appears—Monica’s. Her disheveled hair frames a dirt-smeared face, and her once-crisp suit is now rumpled and stained. Her eyes, still fierce with determination, scan the room that was once her domain. From the outside, her figure is ghostlike—motionless and haunting, her face frozen in an expression that wavers between anger and sorrow.

The cleaner notices her from the corner of her eye and instinctively turns. Their eyes meet, and the cleaner lets out a piercing scream that shatters the eerie silence of the empty office. Her broom slips from her hands, clattering loudly to the floor as the echo of her cry fills the hollow space.

Monica panics. In an instant, her face disappears from the window, retreating into the shadows as quickly as it had appeared. She leaves behind nothing but an unsettling sense of dread.