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Gripping tightly at the leather cover of the steering wheel, Max Shields grunted in annoyance trying to maneuver his car into a tight parking spot on the side of the busy streets. Even with his hazard lights blinking, many motorists proceeded to lay their hands down on the horn of their vehicle as they sped by him.

"God fucking damn, how do people do this shit so easily?" Max complained softly to himself, beginning to back his car into the spot.

Having moved into the city from the countryside four months ago, Max was at first optimistic about going to college and truly experiencing life on his own. With the help of his friends and family, as well as proper budgeting, the twenty two year old was able to find a cozy and affordable studio apartment only two blocks away from the school.

And with the company he worked for since high school having a branch located within the large urban sprawl, employment wouldn't be an issue either. From a part time janitor to a first shift supervisor, Max had quickly escalated the ladder at the packaging company he worked for. A very good salary, benefits, and flexible hours, he couldn't even think of a better job.

For the first three months, everything was working quite well for Max, until a month ago...

As he slowly continued to park his car into the spot, Max couldn't remove the image from his mind, even after a month since the incident. Just thinking about it filled him with frustration and saddness, and also a sense of doubt about the entire situation. He knew there was no way the accerleration on the forklift would have became stuck like it did. The fact that Dennis, the only other familiar face in the entire city that Max knew, was simply leaning up against the bay door smiling as he crashed into the large steel racks, it just didn't sit right in his mind.

Dennis Forester, the second shift supervisor that moved into the city a year before Max did, was once Max's superior. Back then, he was an asshole to those under him; making his employees do all of the work while he simply sat at his desk playing games on his phone and watching videos online the entire length of the shift. He would degrade them, call them insulting names and slurs like "Faggot" and "Cocksucking bitch", and even throw random items at them for a simple mess up.

To this day, Max questioned how he was still employed with the company. Despite the mountain of complaints filed against Dennis, he was still well liked by higher management and was treated as if he was the CEO of the company. However, Max never did have any issues with Dennis, mainly due to the fact that he hated confrontation and did everything possible to avoid him during the time Dennis was his boss. But, with the promotion he received when he moved into the city, he obtained a boost of confidence and was no longer afraid to deal with Dennis's nonsense.

Due to them being on different shifts, they rarely ever even looked each other in the eyes, the only time being when Max had to hand in his keys at the end of his shift, and even still, Dennis had only made an appearance a handful of times.

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Gripping tightly at the leather cover of the steering wheel, Max Shields grunted in annoyance trying to maneuver his car into a tight parking spot on the side of the busy streets. Even with his hazard lights blinking, many motorists proceeded to lay their hands down on the horn of their vehicle as they sped by him.

"God fucking damn, how do people do this shit so easily?" Max complained softly to himself, beginning to back his car into the spot.

Having moved into the city from the countryside four months ago, Max was at first optimistic about going to college and truly experiencing life on his own. With the help of his friends and family, as well as proper budgeting, the twenty two year old was able to find a cozy and affordable studio apartment only two blocks away from the school.

And with the company he worked for since high school having a branch located within the large urban sprawl, employment wouldn't be an issue either. From a part time janitor to a first shift supervisor, Max had quickly escalated the ladder at the packaging company he worked for. A very good salary, benefits, and flexible hours, he couldn't even think of a better job.

For the first three months, everything was working quite well for Max, until a month ago...

As he slowly continued to park his car into the spot, Max couldn't remove the image from his mind, even after a month since the incident. Just thinking about it filled him with frustration and saddness, and also a sense of doubt about the entire situation. He knew there was no way the accerleration on the forklift would have became stuck like it did. The fact that Dennis, the only other familiar face in the entire city that Max knew, was simply leaning up against the bay door smiling as he crashed into the large steel racks, it just didn't sit right in his mind.

Dennis Forester, the second shift supervisor that moved into the city a year before Max did, was once Max's superior. Back then, he was an asshole to those under him; making his employees do all of the work while he simply sat at his desk playing games on his phone and watching videos online the entire length of the shift. He would degrade them, call them insulting names and slurs like "Faggot" and "Cocksucking bitch", and even throw random items at them for a simple mess up.

To this day, Max questioned how he was still employed with the company. Despite the mountain of complaints filed against Dennis, he was still well liked by higher management and was treated as if he was the CEO of the company. However, Max never did have any issues with Dennis, mainly due to the fact that he hated confrontation and did everything possible to avoid him during the time Dennis was his boss. But, with the promotion he received when he moved into the city, he obtained a boost of confidence and was no longer afraid to deal with Dennis's nonsense.

Due to them being on different shifts, they rarely ever even looked each other in the eyes, the only time being when Max had to hand in his keys at the end of his shift, and even still, Dennis had only made an appearance a handful of times.