The Black and White Suits of No Emotion

The heavy white door swung open into the white walled conference room, void of all but a black square of a table in the direct center of a room and four equally distanced and identical black chairs. And in entered the four suits of the white conference room, and each took a black seat around the black square of a table. The only discerning detail on each suit was which white personal office desk was his outside in the main area. As for their attire each suit had the same black suit, white shirt, black tie, black pants, and that empty and unemotional facial expression that said nothing and everything all at once.

After the suits had all taken their seats, suit #1 passed out the identical folders containing the files with the large ‘Confidential’ mark on them. The other three suits opened the folder and paused to look up to wait for orders in perfect unthinking unison. Suit #1 resumed talking, “We have direct orders to terminate the contracts of these two hundred and twenty seven employees for our banking firm.” The rest of the three suits nodded in near non-human precision and agreed in unanimity. Suit #2 replied with a “Yes sir. It will be done sir.” Suits #3 and #4 replied firmly with a “yes sir. Whatever it takes sir.” Suit #1 resumed talking once more, “Profits have been down last month. Orders have been given to foreclose all the defaulted loans on that white list in front of you. You and your teams are to accomplish these tasks in one month’s time. Dismissed.” Suit #1 stood up, and with a quick ad uniform nod from suit to suit, they fled out of the white room into the black and white main area of the office. The four suits filed into the black elevator at the end, and stared ahead in pin drop silence for the twenty seconds from the tenth floor to the lobby of their banking firm.

As each suit pushed open the doors of the large block-like and indiscernible building of the firm, the black and white suits of no emotion filed out in uniform heading down the street of the colorful and human New York. By the laughing college kids, and the late and rushing businessmen of colorful ties, and by the arguing hot dog vendor with the mustard and ketchup stains, the black and white suits of no emotion passed in identical unison and uniform.