Knock, knock.
"Yes, come in."
He enters and stands still.
The silence is eerie, and
trembles in anticipation of a clash.

"Hum, Yes?"

"Sir, err, you had called me."

"Me?" Tring, tring.
The steno enters,
with a notepad in one hand,
and a pencil dangling in the other.

"Sir?"

'John, what's the matter?
This fellow; why is he here?'

'Sir, it concerns with the faulty audit.'

'Oh, yes.' Turning to our man,
'Now look man,
you messed up the whole show;
why did you manipulate the numbers?'

"Sir, I just unscrambled the errors."

'That precisely is the point, you fool,
you don't have to use your brains;
our manipulation is for your good,
and your corrections are harmful to all.'

"you better leave; John, see him off."

The fellow, heavy-hearted and
stamp-footed, leaves the office.
And with it the 'culture' in corporate
show-case reveals one more crack.
*