Many hours later, I was sitting at my desk placing new files into my briefcase. It was nearing the end of my workday, and I wanted to get out of that drab office as fast as humanly possible. Sneaking out was my only option as it was already late and if the executives were going to corner someone for midnight filing, there was a bad chance of that someone being I. My cubicle neighbors were already gone and probably sitting at home with their families eating a nice home cooked dinner. Gathering up my coat, purse and briefcase, I tiptoed to the elevators for a fast break. The light dinged as the elevator rested to a stop at my floor. My sanctuary was just behind the sliding doors. The doors pulled open but before I could hop on the ride to freedom I heard a singsong voice call my name behind me.
"Oh, Phoenix," The exec called in his smooth voice. "I'm gonna have to have some one stay and put some more files away. It shouldn't take more than a few hours." I mentally slapped my forehead and turned to face one of my bosses. It was already 11:00 and filing was a tedious job. "And seeing that you're the only person left up here, I guess that job goes to you." He continued. "Files are in the board room, and there should be some coffee left. Feel free to make yourself some more if you need it." I sighed and pushed my way past the exec, who happened to step into my waiting elevator, and into the glass paneled meeting room. 'It shouldn't be too hard.' I thought to myself. My feet stopped short, however, when I saw towers of files. Dropping my briefcase in frustration, I stalked to the break room make a cup of coffee and to get ready to buckle down and tackle the waiting documents.------------------------------------------------------------
Numerous cups of coffee later, I sluggishly walked out of the building. Half smiling to the poor security guard who had the graveyard shift, I pushed open the glass doors and into the cool Chicago wind. Lone cabs whipped past me as I stepped to the curb, holding a hand out to signal for one of the speeding cabs. My heart beat a little bit faster each time an ignorant driver passed me. My signal eventually produced a bright yellow car to pull to the curb. I poured my tired body into the cab and told the driver my destination of home. Resting my head against the leather headrest, I closed my eyes and relaxed my beating heart. I always hated working later than normal hours. It gave me the creeps to go outside in the near morning by myself.
Falling to the cold cement, I saw both attackers stand over me. The darkness finally took over all of my vision as I swam in and out of perception, but as everything faded to black, I heard the chuckling of the men standing over me.
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R&R.
Pendragon4
