A tall, ominous gate was looming over a dark parking lot of a rather important looking building at around midnight. Everything seemed quiet enough, but the job wasn't done. Being a Security guard and all, Josh had pretty much all day to think about philosophy. Not that he was a philosopher, but he definitely thought about certain things. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something stirring toward his most prized place within the area: the gate.
As morning rose, so did I. I really didn't like my natural body clock, but there's no escaping reality. It was around 5AM, meaning I had plenty of time to get my daily coffee then drive off to work at a local bank. People ask me why I always have coffee in the morning, but, honestly, if they saw me without it, they wouldn't ever ask that again. While starting the black coffee maker (which smelled like burnt toast most of the time), the phone rang.
"Hello, may I speak to Aaliyah, please?" I instantly recognized this voice. Not that it was a mystery to me at all, what with being in trouble every few days.
"May I help you, sir?" I take a pause for a sip from my coffee, then I added: "You are still a man, right? Not that you've shown some.. different activity. Unless you have? Because you know, you'd be great with my father." This seemed to draw the line.
"You just don't get it, do you Aaliyah? This is a reoccurring problem for you. You always have to say something polite, then twist it with the weirdest of images. Some colleagues and I just couldn't stand you anymore... So we decided it was time for you to go." As he was telling me this, I just froze. Another angry boss. Just fantastic. They say I have an attitude? Well, no use arguing with him now.
"Okay, sir, just be reminded that without me, your company could go bankrupt. Not to mention that new person still doesn't know how to work half of her programs yet. She could barely click a computer mouse last I checked." And with that, I hung up the phone with a great, big, sigh.
Watching carefully, Josh kept staring at the gate. If this is who Josh thought he was, he was going to let him have it. But instead of them asking to be buzzed in like a civilized person, this figure just decided to skillfully jump over the fence. This was rather unusual, considering the fact the fence was 22m high, electrified and barbed rather generously.
The figure seemed to have decided to just take his chance and bolt toward the nearest building. He stared at his map of the property. That meant it was at the water purification plant. Looking back at the screen, Josh saw nothing. Every location given in the cameras were completely blank. How did this person get past the steel door? He had just had a iron floor built in there, too...
Well, I had to do something. Looking for a job wasn't easy at this time of year, and websites weren't exactly my kind of thing. Granted, I used to work at a bank, but they didn't really have use of the internet yet. I still had my search engine running on my phone, just in case.
After a while, I started to use my phone to find locations, as well as staring at every sign I could possibly see. The phone blinked twice, as it always did due to low battery, and gave out one single location: the office building right next door to the town's most raving night club, the Utopian Nightmare (not that the name told anyone it would be a place of happiness, I blame all those freaky people).
I went to this office building, and stared at a receptionist. She was just standing there, assuming I'd speak first? To think desk people were supposed to be polite to others, but I usually wait for them to start talking rather then begin as the speaker.
"May I help you?" "Of course, like that isn't your job." I wanted to say, but all I said was "I'm looking for an application, do you have any?" She gave a frantic wave at who I assumed was her boss, by the look on his face.
"Mr. Cook, sir, this woman claims to be looking for an application." She said it in a rather matter-of-fact tone, as if I weren't unique in any way. I shot a glare at the receptionist. Did she really intend to speak of me like that forever? Not if I could help it.
"Oh, why would a lady such as yourself, Aaliyah, be looking for a job? You weren't fired again, were you?" Wow, he really had me there. What would I say? You're correct.? Absolutely not. "You see, they had some overflow, and since I didn't have the experience they wanted, they decided not to keep me." I was a good liar, I hope.
"Well then, that changes everything. Let's see here.." Mr. Cook stared through a nearby cabinet in the receptionist's desk.
"Ah, here it is. Aaliyah. Age 24. These aren't many things to go by. Oh, wait! Here's another piece of paper in here. Lets' see what it says." I really didn't like this guy. But I really hoped he didn't see me flinch at him finding that report.