Chapter 2: Death
I drive into the bank’s private parking lot. I drive along until I find my parking spot.
Found it, number 23-D.
I drive in and turn off my car. I take the keys out, get out of the car, and lock it behind me. I then walk quickly to my office. I walk towards the door to the building and step inside it. I then manoeuvre my way through the cubicles to my office. Then, I hear a voice which I was hoping to escape.
I turn around and look at a heavy business woman wearing a maroon turtleneck sweater and black pants. Her glasses hide green eyes and her rough brown hair frames her puffy face.
“Well yes, but...”
“No buts. What’s your excuse this time?”
“Well, I was kind of caught off guard when I realized my kids first day was today.”
“Yeah, whatever, just get to work and try not to let it happen again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I gritted my teeth. “So, I’m still to bring my reports down there by ten, right?”
“Yes, now go to work.”
I pivot on my heel and continue on to my office. I open the door with a Terrance Briggs, Accountant posted on it. I walk inside and sit at my desk. And I begin work for the day. I quickly glance at the clock, 7:48.
As time begins to pass, I finish my work rather swiftly. Then, when I am finished I look at the time, 9:49. I print off my work, stand up to get the printed work, and put it into a folder. I then walk out of the office, and there is Delores from earlier.
“Did you finish your work?”
“Yes, I was just about to head down and give it to them.” She nodded, turned around, and then left. “God, I loathe that woman.”
I made my way over to the elevator and pressed the ‘down’ button. Luckily, it was on my floor and so the doors opened almost instantly. I walked in and pressed the ‘ground’ button. The elevator then went down.
When it got to the ground floor, I walked to the secretary. She looked tanned with her platinum blonde hair strung up in a ponytail. I leaned over to speak to her.
“I have my work.”
“Yes, hello Rebecca, now I have the spreadsheets for the last couple of weeks. I’d like you to hand it to Mr. Borne when he gets here.”
She nodded. Then, I heard some commotion going on. I turned around to see a group of masked men carrying guns. They held up their guns to the bankers around them.
“Call the cops, and you’re all dead!”
My instinct was to grab my cell phone to call the cops, and that’s what I did. I put my hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out a cell phone, one of the robbers noticed me. I dialed 9-1-1 when the shot was fired, it buried into my skull. But, the voice on the end of the phone didn’t know that.
“Hello, hello? I heard shots fired, are you OK sir?”
Luckily, this call set in the chain of events leading to the arrest of the robbers. Unfortunately, I had died.