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Jacob rose from his seat. Pacing around his office, he settled into the chair opposite his desk. Not too comfortable; accommodating and efficient. He examined its curving dark arm-rest, roughly caressing its grain, examining its texture. Remaining there for a moment he glanced around the spacious room. There were no imperfections. No pictures on the wall, no messy piles, no dirt on the floor. Not even a potted plant. No, this was the epitome of The Kompany, with a professional steel grey feel. What does it feel like to be in my presence? Having physically but not mentally placed myself in such a position, he thought about it. He thought about the emotions of his subordinates. He tried to feel their emotions.

There was a slight trace of discomfort, fear even, and he moved back to his original position.

BANG! BANG!

Who is it, he said somewhat softly, placing a trace of annoyance in his tone. He knew this person was too stupid to notice it, yet he made it a point to have part of his persona be malleable. As the employee walked in he spoke in a strong, pleased tone:

"Mr. Roxell we have completed the quota for this month's shipment of our primary product."

"Excellent. Tell the rest of the employees to assemble in the lounge", he glanced at the small round clock, "never mind, I'll dismiss them myself."

The employee smiled and waited.

"That will be all. Thank you. I will be out in a moment."

"Thank you sir."

After the employee had exited, Jacob Roxell paused, then got up and followed.

In his mind he suppressed a thought that sang out. He marched to the lounge and when he arrived the medium sized group of his employees was, as they always were about everything, messily splayed around the medium sized lounge. He spoke:

"You have completed your task, so, you deserve to leave early."

His voice silenced the cheers, commanding attention, "This is the most excellent company in the world. You, the employees, have maintained this excellency. I hold you in high regard."

With a curt nod and a brief, rare smile, he turned around. He began to walk back to his square office, ahead, and his home yet to come.