Mid day,

Maybe people had started to think Boone was someone who could make life easier for them. For the low level workers, Boone was just a new recruit who hated scrubbing the floor.

He already had been a watchman for Old Ghost's tray. The canteen chef was thinking something else for him. He approached Boone with a tray which had two coffee cups on it. His shaky hands made Boone think he would spill it on the floor.

It was not a pleasant thing for Boone.

"Boone." Chef said, "Come here."

Finally I have met someone who appreciates my work. Boone left the mop.

"Which one is for me?" Boone was searching for the mug with more coffee.

"Neither. Red mug is for Red Demise and black for Crowman. And both have equal portions of coffee in them." Chef was somewhat kind with his words than Old Ghost, "Please take this to their office room."

Boone didn’t utter a word and walked with it. Balancing was an art which he needed to work on. Both cups didn’t have same portion of coffee in there anymore.

After a stressful walk, he reached in front of the working room and knocked the door while balancing the tray in his other hand.

Red Demise opened the door. His red beak almost pocked his chest.

How do they even drink? Boone thought while coming inside the room. He saw Crowman sitting on the couch. Crowman was holding two straws in his hand.

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"Red Demise, I think we should take lesser letters." Crowman said while putting straw in deep mug, "I can't believe I rejected that much letters this morning alone."

"We didn’t hire Old Ghost for nothing." said Red Demise, "How about you, Boone?"

"Huh?" Boone was about to exit the room when he paused.

"You seem to have enough strength to dump rejected letters. What do you think?"

Old Ghost was dumping those letters? I threw medieval ghosts' letters in trash? Boone was frozen.

"Does it disgust you?" Crowman sipped the coffee.

"Not at all." Words somehow came out of Boone's mouth.

"They are just papers, aren’t they?" Red Demise laughed, "Crowman sleeps with those. He's never found it disgusting."

Letters are in Crowman's room. Goddamn me!

"I will go and dump them." Boone was in hurry.

"From tomorrow. I will let Old Ghost know it is his last day in this job."

The last glimmer of hope faded away for him. Medieval ghosts had given him time till tonight. Boone left the room and went in search for Crowman's room. He assumed the room would be nearby.

His reckoning wasn’t wrong. Boone stood in front of the room which had crow's face attached on the door. On the opposite side there was another door but the attached bronze sculpture had red beak.

He knew where he had to go. Boone pushed the door but it would not open.

Keys! Words came in his mind. He did not have the key.