Linda brought me into a spacious hall divided into dozens and
dozens of work stations built of light wall-like partitions (these were called
“cubicles,” as I found out later). A loud working hum made up of bits of
conversations, ringing phones, rustling papers, key strokes, steps, and many
other unidentifiable clicking, clacking, rattling, and buzzing sounds, filled
the entire area. There seemed to be a flurry of activity going on in each
cubicle, but the partitions were too high for me to see anyone. My curiosity
increased along with my heartbeat.
At last, Linda stopped, took out a small wireless
microphone from her pocket and announced: “Attention, everybody! I am happy to
deliver some great news – our new company president Ms. Liza Klim has arrived!”
(She was talking about ME!!!) A second later dozens and dozens of curious faces
appeared all over the room: some peeked over the cubicle walls; others leaned
out of the cubicle entrances. All those people were … children! I just gave up
on trying to understand what was happening and decided not to ask any questions.
That day was really something! Not to be caught by a policeman in the middle of
the busy downtown on a school day was unbelievable enough, so I just decided to
accept any other surprises life prepared for me.
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