Mr. Deity 4

Ms. Jones-Berger’s voice emanates from the intercom. “Sir, excuse me –”

Mr. Deity snaps, “I told you I wasn’t to be disturbed!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but he’s insistent –”

The door opens. “I need to talk to you.”

Mr. Deity sighs. “Come in, Junior.” He says to the intercom, “It’s not your fault, Ms. Jones-Berger. I’ll take it from here.” He looks at the young man over his glasses. “What is so important you ignored Ms. Jones-Berger and burst in here?”

The young man strides to the desk and points to the monitor on one side. “Sir, have you seen what’s happening?”

Mr. Deity slips his glasses off and rubs his eyes. “Junior, there’s a lot happening. Care to be more specific?”

“You want the list? It’s a not a short list, sir.”

“Okay, okay, keep your shirt on. Why don’t you sit down and tell me exactly what’s bothering you, son?”

“With respect, sir, I can’t sit down for this. Have you seen how they’re treating each other?”

“People have been jerks to each other since before Noah, son.”

“In your name?” The young man throws his hands up. “They’re claiming it’s how you want them to handle these issues!”

“Misinterpretations, that’s all.”

“Aren’t you going to do something about it?” Junior puts his hands on the desk and leans over it. “Sir?”

“Whoa, personal space, Junior!”

“Oh yes, sir, of course, we need our personal space, don’t we, sir,” the young man says without backing up.

“Junior, we’ve talked about this.”

“You can’t have it both ways, sir. You can’t tell me I’m you and you’re me and we’re the same person, and then tell me to get out of your space.”

“Son, we’ve been over this. I just need you out of my face. So we can have a reasonable conversation. We can be face to face, just….not nose to nose, I can’t have a conversation like that.”

“Okay, deal.” Junior straightens up and takes a step back.

“Thank you, son. Now can you please see Ms. Jones-Berger and ask her when I have an hour appointment slot that you can take, and we’ll pick this up then.”

“No, sir, we need to talk now. Tell me what you’re going to do about the situation unfolding down there.”

“Wow, you really don’t give up, do you?”

“I get it from my mother.”

“Cheap shot, that one.”

Junior crosses his arms across his chest and settles in for the long stare.