Chapter 1: A Place That Only Exists When No One’s Watching Story 1 wasn't about a damsel in distress, a valiant knight, or a dragon hoarding gold. Story 1 was about a sentient stapler. His name, surprisingly, was Reginald. Reginald wasn't your average office supply. He possessed a quiet, almost melancholic intelligence, gleaned from years of silently observing the human drama unfold on the desk he inhabited.
He’d seen countless spreadsheets born, countless deadlines missed, countless love notes penned and crumpled in frustration. He’d witnessed the rise and fall of empires built on Post-it notes and the slow, agonizing death of countless perfectly good paperclips. Reginald had a vast internal library of observations, a silent chronicle of the human condition crammed into his surprisingly roomy metallic frame.
One day, a new employee, a bright-eyed young woman named Elara, arrived. Unlike the others, Elara noticed Reginald. She'd speak to him, sometimes in hushed tones about her day, other times with bursts of nervous energy as she struggled to meet a looming deadline. Reginald found himself drawn to her quiet empathy, her genuine curiosity about the world – qualities he found sadly lacking in the other office denizens.