I swept through the rows of cubicles, head darting backwards and forwards as I hunted my prey. The bored-looking workers in their bland ties and drab shirts all ducked out of my colourful way, a bright spot of light clearing the air of dust motes as it moved amongst them.

         ‘Move, move,’ I tittered impatiently, waving a handbag at woman who seemed either too catatonic or too stupid to get out of the way herself. ‘I have a very important meeting with your boss’s boss’s boss.’

         I did, too. The CEO of the firm was here today, booming edicts down from his usually-empty corner office. The whole atmosphere seemed to grumble with his discontent, rattling even our world-class office interior design (Melbourne was awash with envy when we finished it last quarter).

         I rounded the corner and there he was, the great, hulking brute. He was signing a series of documents in the kitchenette while his secretary made him a coffee, pen squeezed so tightly it was likely to break after a few more pages.

         ‘Anderson, darling,’ I beamed, rushing forward in an effort to spare the poor writing implement. ‘You wanted to see me?’

         ‘Angelica,’ he said gruffly, looking up at me with a knitted brow. Was it my imagination, or did it unknit slightly, at seeing me? ‘We need to talk.’

         ‘Is this about the commercial fitouts? Designed in Melbourne, I’m told,’ I said, looking back on the rows of cubicles with a smile. ‘You can just feel the quality craftsmanship, can’t you?’

         ‘You’re fired,’ he said.

         ‘What?!’

         ‘Those fitouts,’ he said, pointing a meaty finger at the office, ‘came in well over budget. You cost me my bonus this year!’

         ‘You’re not taking your bonus?’ I asked with a gasp.

         ‘Of course I’m still taking my bonus!’ he snapped. ‘But it’s a similar amount to what you wasted!’

         ‘Oh,’ I frowned. ‘But-but, isn’t it just… divine?’

         ‘Right,’ he grunted, with a smirk. ‘Worth every penny. You’re still fired.’

         And with that, he went right back to his paperwork, palm wrapped mercilessly around his little black pen.

         I knew exactly how it felt.

We have some news. Huge news. In case you’re not aware, the last ten years have been absolutely crucial for this business. There have been some ups and downs, and highs and lows. That, of course, is the nature of the game when it comes to a start up.

You’re receiving this letter because we want to say thank you. Thank you for believing in us and joining us on our journey. Whether you’re an employee or a customer, you’ve helped give our little dream purpose each and every day. For that, we can’t thank you enough. 

As our business continues to grow, so will our location. We ask anyone who knows any top-rated office interior designers near Melbourne to get in touch. We have big plans to expand our office space and would love to get as many people involved as possible. You guys help build the basis for our business, so we want you all to help us influence the values we carry into work each day. We feel the best way to do this is by getting you guys to help create our office space.

We have a few ideas of what we would like our new office to look like. Ultimately, we are wanting to encapsulate all our branding elements while still having a homely feel. They say work is where we spend most of our time, so why not try to make the office a comfortable environment?

We have been visiting other offices, in secret, to gain inspiration on some popular Melbourne office fitout designs. You guys know us though – no matter what we do, we’re going to outdo everyone else. 

In the next few days, we ask that you keep your eyes peeled for a mood board which we will share to our socials. This mood board will be communal and you’ll all have VIP access to add some inspiration.

By the way, two parties in this business are totally unaware that we want to make these renovations, so let’s keep things a bit hush! Thanks!