What Underwriter?

 Its a Tuesday afternoon in an (re)insurance company. In a small cubicle, there sits an official who is looking at the screen without blinking his eyes. The screen is showing some statistics, some colorful graphs, a beautiful bar graph which looks like the skyline of a modern city. A cup of coffee sits on his desk, the aroma feels like its made of some freshly roasted arabica beans. Full blast of air conditioning is making sure that he doesn’t perspire out of the complex job he is doing. His glasses have that reflection of the screen which he is continuously scrolling to read more of it. The official looks like he is involved in something very technical as if some albert einstein is reworking on his theory of relativity.  Continuously scribbling something on his notepad, he glances at a person approaching him. The person in his shiny blue coat looks as formal as George Clooney. He is carrying a black fashionable bag, the initials of which say “Hermès”. So Mister Hermès moves quitely to the sitting official, the official being in his deep thoughts doesnt acknowledge a presence in front of him; “ahem, ahem” - Mister Hermès clears his already clear throat to grab the attention. “Yes, how can i help?”-Mr Official says with a grin. “Well, I am glad to see you at the first place. If you can recall our conversation, I have sent you the requested data. I hope you are ready with the terms?” Mr Official is clueless; “What terms?” he asked. “Didnt I send you the  geological report related to the project for which I am seeking the terms? I thought you were scrutinizing the same right now, jeez, tried reading, was difficult to understand. Also, we have floated this slip across the market. Hopefully, we will get some aggressive terms. I hope you have gone through the documents...” like this Mister Hermès went on to speak for another four and a half minutes & then he noticed, the official was more interested in the wall clock behind him than his submission. “Wait a minute, aren’t you the underwriter?”  said Mr Hermès with a tinge of frustration. “What underwriter? I am from sales. Oh! I reckon the guy you are looking for sits there at the back, Junior desk. Don’t worry, he will sign whatever you bring. He used to sit here, analyzed too much. He got demoted. Now we are analyzing his demotion.” chuckled the official. “What?” Mr Hermès exclaimed. “Just kidding. You can approach him. Nice guy. If you still find him analyzing, call me. I will make him accept.” affirmed the official. “Alrighty, I will check with him, thanks.” saying this, Mr Hermès quietly moves towards the junior desk. 

It is still a Tuesday afternoon.