On Behalf of the Management

A small clerk sits at a desk that feels too big for him. He is the kind of man who answers letters, stamps papers, follows instructions, and tries not to make mistakes that anyone will notice. The world of “management” is always somewhere above him - unseen, official, and final. But one day, a simple situation forces him into a role where he has to speak as if he represents more than himself. And in that moment, the distance between authority and ordinary life becomes strangely thin. What happens next is not about power - it’s about how easily people can be carried by titles they don’t fully own.