Bartleby & the Harlequin: Dark Pho

Odd office-space bureaucrat finds strange inquiry-requirement and chance-exploration of things more metaphysical for an Xmas-season in the United Kingdom (Selfie-like).

A gender complication yarn, drawn from varied media. Thanks for reading! 

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BARTLEBY: I consider myself no different than any other bureaucrat for Selfie-art!

EMPLOYER: This is rather odd, Bartleby...your claim you'd rather not investigate!

BARTLEBY: The office-space 'gossip' this new lady-hired is a psycho (masked), sir?

EMPLOYER: You know of her fascination with the circus, as you shared cubicals.

BARTLEBY: I'd prefer not to...to investigate, to inquire of her link to the gossip!

EMPLOYER: I'm requiring you to inquire and discover if our office-girl is the evil.

BARTLEBY: Selfie-like?

Now, Bartleby had become a typical office-worm and reliable do-gooder for work bench marks in the American Homeland (Boston-town), but when it surfaced there was 'chance' that her office-space co-worker, a newly-hired bright young woman named Hanna whom Bartleby liked, was potentially a streets-prowling hockey-mask donning bloody-murder 'artist' for New England 'jitters' of the heart, Bartleby's boss insisted Bartleby serve as lead-inquirer, given Bartleby's 'pronounced' office-space shared-chats time with Hanna about their (shared!) fascination with ice-hockey fashion for lore/campfires/knit (Facebook-like).

HANNA: I got us these communications-toys, Bartleby.

BARTLEBY: I suppose I'd like to use them to chat with ya, Hanna (ha).

HANNA: I'm not that hockey-masked harlequin of bloody-murder, friend.

BARTLEBY: I'd prefer not to inquire, Hanna (ok).

HANNA: Won't you take these walkie-talkie toys for our office-fun now?

BARTLEBY: I'd prefer not to, Hanna (ok).

HANNA: God, you're weird, Bartleby.

BARTLEBY: Selfie-like.

Now, Bartleby had decided to trek to Europe (UK) for an Xmas-season and forget (all) about this 'required' inquiry to investigate if his office-space co-worker buddy-lady friend (Hanna) was in-deed that hockey-masked street harlequin of evil(s) and began to scribble under a light if he'd conjecture Hanna was some kind of psychic of super-being woman of immortal-thoughts. He reasoned she didn't necessarily have to be a simple serial-killer for crime-detection or worry. Bartleby suddenly started to feel (himself) like some kind of reserved 'super' hero, perhaps to clear Hanna's name. This was the inception, perhaps, of an Xmas-adventure for the eccentric American bureaucrat (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)