The Rogue Speaks:
I was a little late with my offering for Alphabe-Thursday, so I hope you will take the time to read it, as well as my 100 word offering for Jenny's Saturday Centus. This one really had me wracking my brain, but I think I finally came up with a suitable one. The prompt is in bold type.
THE PERFECT MACHINE:
He had never been accused of being intelligent. That much was painfully true. For years he stood at the copy machine, making copies of the engineers’ reports to the CEO, and always making an extra copy for himself. He memorized the data, studied, learned, and had finally created the perfect piece of equipment for the task at hand. He had slipped his own report into the stack that he delivered to the CEO’s office.
Several hours later, the door to the CEO’s office flew open. “ Miller!” he yelled. “Which one of you is Miller? Get in here now! My God, man, you’re a genius!”