. . . . coming back to life everyone let out a sigh, unheard even by themselves! Trying to let go in their sigh another insignificant part of the hush 'n rush of that corporate office. But the happiness lingered at the passing of the the tempest! (everyone knew he loved to work like a tempest, leaving nothing untouched in his way; hence had shot to the top of the company at such a young age).  Oh how can they afford to let their sighs be audible enough; in corporate world every wall has ears- way to many to avoid! . . . . And the clutter of the glazed clay was still fresh in the ears when there was a bigger clutter, a bigger thud, a bigger vibration which sent not only their mental but also physical selves reeling. All eyes came up from their computer screens and some legs rushed the office space towards his personal elevator. A few metal wires had snapped but it was calm n serene now. The tempest was gone. Another insignificant corporate event, production anyways never stops. Again some sighs, but unheard ones. Again the happiness lingered at passing away of the tempest. Though the thud took even longer to fade than the memories of the tempest! This must have been really a unique tempest, different from others; other tempests usually leave a trail behind them! Anyways.... doesn't matter.... no one remembers the insignificant corporate events. After all how many remember that old technician who maintained the elevators, whom HE had fired last week for no reason at all.