Bartleby the Journalist: Asterisk

An immigrant-journalist in America named Bartleby startles his co-workers with a stranger revelation concerning incomplete-lines for dialysis (for sports marketing).

An adaptation of the tale of that eerie office-man Bartleby (Herman Melville). Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation offers no ties to the referenced work/character of inspiration and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression of creative language-arts (for 'open' interpretations). 

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BARTLEBY: "How'd I explain to my boss despite my love of chance-sports rivalry 'chess-excellence' in the Homeland and my Selfie-aura of incomplete-lines for professionalism in sports marketing, Facebook like, I'd (simply) prefer not to indulge in this diamond-hyperbole for drawing eyes from the thieves of this Earthling-eco capitalism 'world' of bureaucracy-arts?"

Was Bartleby, our good-friend immigrant and now-journalist in the Homeland (America), finding an 'asterisk' for his otherwise professional consciousness for working daily at a prototype building reflective of the Western 'worldly' incomplete-lines for architectural sports-marketing weirdness, seeking some 'escapism' from the office-world of story-presentations and activity-intelligence, suddenly?

COWORKER: You want me to attend this Patriot-Jersey exhibition.

BARTLEBY: I'd prefer not to attend (myself!).

COWORKER: Why're you being so eccentric, Bartleby the scrivener?

BARTLEBY: I'd prefer not to (simply).

COWORKER: Does this have something to do with cheerleader-ads worry?

BARTLEBY: I'd prefer not to say (to you!).
COWORKER: Oh, I'm a gorgeous lady-journalist, and you're gesturing to me!

BARTLEBY: Should I prefer not to, lady (ha)?

COWORKER: Very cute...I do love those cheerleaders, Bartleby (ok).

When Bartleby the journalist brought a tiffin for (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s), his coworkers were further concerned about his incomplete-lines 'consciousness' for office-space eccentricity linked to his declaration no-preference to writing a story about diamonds and insurance for sports marketing in the American Homeland. Was this some cry for help, a bread/fruit 'gesture' meant to convey his isolation-feeling 'wrought' from that unholy-writing challenge in that typical office-space for news-making and photo-synthesis?

BOSS: You want to become a vigilante.

BARTLEBY: I once preferred not to (do so!).

BOSS: Are you running-scared for some reason, Bartleby?

BARTLEBY: I'd prefer not to say.

BOSS: Perchance you've become too versed in dystopian-lore, man!

BARTLEBY: Perchance I'd prefer to (simply) seek-out some 'line' for destiny.

BOSS: Good luck, Bartleby (Facebook like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)