The Boy.

The meeting went up in flames. Scholars jumped up, waving their fists at each other with bloodshot eyes bulging out of their sockets. The sound of chairs scraping against the concrete floor floated through the otherwise empty hall, making curious passers-by wonder why the cleaners were dragging chairs around at midday. “These people should be fired...”, one of them muttered to herself as she clicked her tongue and hurried off with shaking legs. A chair had fallen on its back and caused the poor old woman’s blood pressure to shoot up to a record high that month. She would have to board the taxi home immediately to avoid any more surprises.