No. 668 - The Ghost Desk

Ah, the classic 'I swear I do work here' setup. The pristine, nearly empty desk that screams 'My work is so confidential, it can't even be trusted to sit on my desk.' And, oh, the keyboard! It's positioned like it's trying to make a run for the edge—no wrist rest for comfort because who needs ergonomics when you're typing up... absolutely nothing? The monitor turned to face the wall, is it trying to avoid the non-existent work too? It’s like a perfect representation of minimalism—taken a bit literally. You’ve reached a level of tidy that makes people think you’ve just came back from a lunch break... for the last three months.