The key card opened the door just like she had said.
All entrances to the building are tracked in real time by the security software so he had to move fast.
The nervous lump returned to his throat. Hands began to moisten. Ears keen for the sound of other inhabitants in the hallways of the all too familiar office.
During the day the office was exactly like most others, filled with the hustle and buzz of modern corporate life, but after nightfall was a different story. The absence of people made made his mind play tricks on him, the corner of his eye catching people ducking into cubicles.
Illusions from a mind that now wanted desperately to escape this empty shell of a workplace.
Move fast.
Quickly rounding the last corner to the office that had been home for three and a half years, he suddenly realized that he had never worked late a day in his life.
Filling the backpack with all of his personal effects, he lifted the printed page from the back folder of the bottom drawer that would explain all of this to his superiors. The single page had been locked in the drawer since the first wage review over 2 years ago.
The text of the brief note etched into his mind - some days he would do nothing but read those 10 words over and over again dreaming of this day.
Dear Idiots,
You have burned the wrong guy.
Never Again!
Placing the note and taking one final look around, he let out a sigh and started his life.
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