Friday, 21 August 2015

Red Lined



I checked and rechecked the numbers, hoping against hope that they’d change, that I’d find that one I forgot to carry, or that a few zeros would magically appear somewhere.

But, of course, they didn’t.

I took my time heading up to the boss’ office, drawing out the moment for as long as I could. I turned off some lights, I cleaned cups in the break room, I must have drunk a dozen cups of water, but then, eventually, I went to break the news.

I presume he’d worked out the sums hours ago, given how cold his corpse was.

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