Ooc: ({i} corp office worker slice of life 1)

Jarvis woke up groggily as the alarm rang in his ears for the third time. Phew, those multiple alarms definitely saved him today, or he would've overslept.

He shuddered at the the mere thought of being late...his coworkers staring dead at him...his boss would...

No, not right now! Jarvis quickly whipped up his breakfast, a delicious [instant {i} corp toast™] and sped out of his house, down the halls and skipped the elevator for the stairs.

The elevator was always filled with people, and he was only on the 16th floor, anyways. Not like he was adverse to people, right?

*He just...*hated interacting with people! They were so complicated, so...hard to read. Not like numbers and documents, no! They were plain, simple, understandable facts, and it was his job to point out irregularities and lies within them.

Jarvis wallowed in misery as he scanned his card and entered the underground MRT. Too many people, in such close proximity...

After shoving himself into the giant old adamantine box they called a train to get to his office, he was quickly singled out as easy prey and cornered by a gaggle of business freshmen trying to sell him their products for a "school programme"

He later managed to evacuate the premises by distracting them with one of his emergency pens (he hurled it at the face of a particularly inattentive businessteen) and ran for his exit.

The s**crappy train, through sheer miracle of the founder, stopped at Novena Park, Betshada accounting**, which was conveniently his workplace!

Good ol' reliable he supposed..?