Close Call

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I jolt awake to the sound of the alarm clock at my desk. It's opening time, which means my shift is over. I jump excitedly. I rub my tired eyes and head out the door. The employee from last night is there siting in one if the chairs with a pink check in his hand. He looks up at me then curled his lips into a smile. He hands me the check. "Your a natural!" He says confidently.
I look down at the check. It says there is $100 in it. A grin implanted on my tired face. "Thank you!" I head out to the pane front door. "And one more thing!"he says."You are lucky you didn't see what was in the room". What was that about? I thought. I open the door and saw my dad waiting for me in the parking lot. Later at home I turned on the television to watch the news and saw a murder happening at a local Starbucks in Houston,Texas. The place where I work. It says the body of a man a little older than me, got dismembered in a unfurnished room next to a office. My heart dropped. That was the off-limits room. So who gave me this check if he died that night? I will never know.

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