Big B

All the buzz in the room stops as he rushes through the double doors and walks with pomp down the narrow aisle, laptop under one arm, his briefcase in the other. All the eyes in the room drop from those of their colleagues and stare ahead, studying the computer screens in front of them ,as a clumsy half-turn to catch a glimpse of his staff, results in his laptop catching the edge of a desk and sending a vase clattering loudly to the ground. Finally, after the sounding of the loud thud as he kicks his way through to the lift signals his safe exit, all the frozen bodies in the office comes back to life, normality returns and all that is left to denote the sign of the big boss is the lingering smell of his old spice.