Running on Sunday

Vuutrin, Inc.

"Pay attention to the security guards. We have three giving directions for anyone entering or exiting. They each work eight hour shifts. On Saturdays, three different security guards work. No one works on Sunday. I shutdown everything myself Saturday night and lock every door with the security guard working the last shift on Saturday. Watch." Robert's gaze follows Ojen's right index finger pointing at the first security guard stepping in front of a large black gate. The security guard walks toward the driver's door and checks Ojen's identity cards with a scanner then grunts nodding toward Aline, Robert, and Elnie. "These are my guests." Ojen points loosely with his right ring finger, "My wife. My kid. A potential friend." The security guard raises his left hand in front of Ojen's face for him to stop talking and motions his left forearm like a windmill going counter clockwise directing Ojen maneuvering his vehicle to a security clearance block then returns to his post as a person in a bright yellow suit covering from head to toe walks around the Vuutrin talking loud and stern through the suit altering the projecting voice,

"Mr. Sunday Jr. Everyone is accountable. If I let you through, even you being who you are, that proves problematic. I don't want to give you the wrong message about how I handle my job. You, above anyone else, knows the guidelines." The person stands at the driver's door seemingly staring at Ojen through the mask of the bright yellow suit. Aline massages her hands in her lap. Robert looks at Elnie with a questioning gaze. Elnie scoots closer to Robert to whisper,

"No one can enter the facilities without completing paperwork one week prior. My mother and I are clear. We have employee licenses. Yet, with even one guest in the car, everyone becomes a guest, and everyone, even with employee licenses, has to fill group forms notifying the company of the incoming party." Robert nods understanding Elnie and listens to Ojen conversing with the member of the Clearance Personnel,

"You're doing a good job. Thank you." The member of the Clearance Personnel nods returning to a booth. Ojen turns around,

"Alright. That's good." He talks to Robert as he reverses the Vuutrin, "Don't worry. It is protocol. So, we're going to take a different route about Vuutrin, Inc. Aline, may you please hand me the map of the facilities from the glove compartment?" Aline hands Ojen a blue booklet, "Thank you dear." Ojen fixes the documents then hands them to Elnie, "Follow along clockwise starting from the lower left corner." Ojen drives toward a side road, "Here is the scenic route to view Vuutrin, Inc. in its entirety from outside." Elnie sets her left index finger on the lower left corner of the map and trails Ojen's words,

"Aline and I do not come from wealth. Vuutrin, Inc. is actually from a deficit though of beneficial relations." Ojen extends his right pinky toward a small though tall building, "That is the Vuutrin Archives. It secures historical data. Relational data. All the information, documentation, is full proof with many preservative methods. There are very few alive that remember Vuutrin, Inc. as a List Seller. Those few are in charge of growing assets benefitting from services similar to that of a List Seller." Aline laughs and Ojen joins her with a chuckle. Elnie giggles. Robert looks up from the map to look at Elnie with a sheepish curiosity as Aline chimes,

"Your father and I are together because of the List Selling partnership of our parents. Both our parents put together their bicycle engineering minds and businesses to find a way to make more money to support their passion for building better bicycles for better environments." Robert respectfully interjects,

"What is List Selling?" Aline and Ojen laugh harder to which makes Elnie giggle and Robert smile in wonder like a child trying to understand. Aline starts,

"Our parents got a start making wheels and parts for bicycles as well as whole bicycles in Delth. In its healthier times." Ojen interjects with excitement in his voice and disappointment in his face,