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Chapter 1: Angels in the street

The street light seemed brighter then usual as I walked down the highway aimlessly. Rushing cars sped by, blowing sudden wind into my face. The rotten taste in my mouth deepened my sorrow. I knew it was destined to happen one way or another, I just didn’t know it would be so soon. My name is Montgomery White, and in the matter of two weeks, lost everything.

There was always the distinct smell of coffee that lingered in the office. They were always there. I couldn't walk to my cubicle without going past the water cooler. All those jokes you hear? True. There really are people that hang around it, talking about last night's game, telling the same horrible jokes they might as well have been in. They are annoying, but I mostly ignore them.

I work for the most ignorant, foul, despicable tycoon in all of San Diego. I may not like my job, or its atmosphere, but it paid well, and that’s what matters.

My job consists of staring at the computer screen for hours on end until I get a report about a problem with one of the products sold at one of the many Stores located around the Globe. We report it, file it, and make sure word never gets out. They were quite terrible, the reports I got. I once got a report saying that a newborn baby died in his crib because of the toxins the plastic made with it released. After I file it everything goes back to normal like nothing happened.

Once I get past everything that I do at my job, I have to face everything I hate at my job, Meetings with my boss. His office is unnecessarily gigantic, with its walls filled with plaques and pictures and diplomas. The smell of expensive cologne fills the room. On his desk are a few pens, a glass of wine, many, many photos of famous people he sees every weekend, and a large photo of Him and his startlingly young wife. As he stood about 3 inches taller than me while shaking my hand, his gray hair shone brightly against the sunlight. He had fake enthusiasm discussing how our products gruesomely kill people. “This were unseen problems with the manufacturing, and the problem has been dealt with, thank you for the report, Mr. White.” He said as he picked up the phone and shooed me off. I glared at him and strutted back to my hell hole of a workplace.

As I get ready to head home, the co-workers were still socializing with each other while packing up. The train ride home was bleak and quiet, with an exception of people muttering into their cell phones, and typing on their laptops.

This has been the same case for 2 and a half years, until on the fourteenth of May, Something peculiar happened. “I’ve been replaced?” I said startled, “Yes, It seems that word got out on one of you’re cases, and that you are incapable of doing your job” said my troll of a superior. I was shocked by all of this. There was no way that any files got out of this building. I banged my head against my desk while closing my laptop. As I walked to the elevator, everyone by the water cooler went silent while staring at me. “Fuck this place, and fuck you!” I yelled. The elevator door opened and I walked in, never to see that room ever again for the rest of my life. it was the quietest train ride home that night.

Description
Chapter 1: Angels in the street

The street light seemed brighter then usual as I walked down the highway aimlessly. Rushing cars sped by, blowing sudden wind into my face. The rotten taste in my mouth deepened my sorrow. I knew it was destined to happen one way or another, I just didn’t know it would be so soon. My name is Montgomery White, and in the matter of two weeks, lost everything.

There was always the distinct smell of coffee that lingered in the office. They were always there. I couldn't walk to my cubicle without going past the water cooler. All those jokes you hear? True. There really are people that hang around it, talking about last night's game, telling the same horrible jokes they might as well have been in. They are annoying, but I mostly ignore them.

I work for the most ignorant, foul, despicable tycoon in all of San Diego. I may not like my job, or its atmosphere, but it paid well, and that’s what matters.

My job consists of staring at the computer screen for hours on end until I get a report about a problem with one of the products sold at one of the many Stores located around the Globe. We report it, file it, and make sure word never gets out. They were quite terrible, the reports I got. I once got a report saying that a newborn baby died in his crib because of the toxins the plastic made with it released. After I file it everything goes back to normal like nothing happened.

Once I get past everything that I do at my job, I have to face everything I hate at my job, Meetings with my boss. His office is unnecessarily gigantic, with its walls filled with plaques and pictures and diplomas. The smell of expensive cologne fills the room. On his desk are a few pens, a glass of wine, many, many photos of famous people he sees every weekend, and a large photo of Him and his startlingly young wife. As he stood about 3 inches taller than me while shaking my hand, his gray hair shone brightly against the sunlight. He had fake enthusiasm discussing how our products gruesomely kill people. “This were unseen problems with the manufacturing, and the problem has been dealt with, thank you for the report, Mr. White.” He said as he picked up the phone and shooed me off. I glared at him and strutted back to my hell hole of a workplace.

As I get ready to head home, the co-workers were still socializing with each other while packing up. The train ride home was bleak and quiet, with an exception of people muttering into their cell phones, and typing on their laptops.

This has been the same case for 2 and a half years, until on the fourteenth of May, Something peculiar happened. “I’ve been replaced?” I said startled, “Yes, It seems that word got out on one of you’re cases, and that you are incapable of doing your job” said my troll of a superior. I was shocked by all of this. There was no way that any files got out of this building. I banged my head against my desk while closing my laptop. As I walked to the elevator, everyone by the water cooler went silent while staring at me. “Fuck this place, and fuck you!” I yelled. The elevator door opened and I walked in, never to see that room ever again for the rest of my life. it was the quietest train ride home that night.