Angela's Life
Your heavy hand slams onto the counter and you demand to see the manager. In case nobody from your past recognizes you, you pull your hoodie onto your head. The boy stares at you in shock and apologizes to the customers, leading you towards a hallway.
"Here sir... Mr. Bob is right... in there..."
You nod, satisfied, and the boy hurries away. Something seems strange and you hear the boy shaking his head and the other employees are crossing their fingers. You shrug and continue your path.
You push open the door and face an empty desk. Confused, you turn back to talk with the boy. But before you could scream, several men dressed in black topples over you and takes you to the manager.
The chubby man grins and walks infront of you. "Ha. Another fool trying to get a job here by using violence. Well, I'll show you violence!"
A gun suddenly points towards your head and you die. The police never finds your body because Mr. Bob threw it into the Sahara Desert.
"Here sir... Mr. Bob is right... in there..."
You nod, satisfied, and the boy hurries away. Something seems strange and you hear the boy shaking his head and the other employees are crossing their fingers. You shrug and continue your path.
You push open the door and face an empty desk. Confused, you turn back to talk with the boy. But before you could scream, several men dressed in black topples over you and takes you to the manager.
The chubby man grins and walks infront of you. "Ha. Another fool trying to get a job here by using violence. Well, I'll show you violence!"
A gun suddenly points towards your head and you die. The police never finds your body because Mr. Bob threw it into the Sahara Desert.
