Frederic, if that was really his name, sits in his office chair. In front of him are an array of monitors and keyboards. He wears the bland bluish uniform of a security guard and the face of someone profoundly bored. In his defense, the images on the monitors are profoundly boring. Various camera angles display the inside of some sort of restaurant: a kitchen on one, tables and chairs on another, the hostess stand on yet another. Frederic ignores the video displays (though so little changes that one could forget they were video), watching some inane videos on his phone at an uncomfortably loud volume. After all, he’s the only one in the place.
December 27 - Security
December 27 - Security
December 27 - Security
Frederic, if that was really his name, sits in his office chair. In front of him are an array of monitors and keyboards. He wears the bland bluish uniform of a security guard and the face of someone profoundly bored. In his defense, the images on the monitors are profoundly boring. Various camera angles display the inside of some sort of restaurant: a kitchen on one, tables and chairs on another, the hostess stand on yet another. Frederic ignores the video displays (though so little changes that one could forget they were video), watching some inane videos on his phone at an uncomfortably loud volume. After all, he’s the only one in the place.