Once she closes the door, I immediately unbutton my shirt.
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*F*ck you, Sakura.*
If she gave me a uniform in the correct size, we wouldn't have this problem.
As I walked past Ava, my only other coworker, to my computer situated on the far counter of the bank, the street lights flicker on, casting shadows on the trees lining the block.
I groan, resting my elbow on the ashy wooden counter.
My gaze flickered up to the clock hanging next to the sign that reads "National Bank of Japan".
God, it's only 6 P.M. but darkness has enveloped the sky, no hues of colour, no evidence of a sunset, just grey dim clouds.
It's miserable.
Completely dreary.
No one's going to come in.
Not today.
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*Why didn't I bring my phone out here from the break room?*
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*I could've finished watching the crime web series on Neflix.*
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*I wanted to watch it with granny.*
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*But now I'll have to watch it alone.*
I'll have to watch everything alone.
The next fifteen minutes pass in silence.
Ava doesn't talk to me.
Her attention was focused on the game of solitaire she's playing on her computer.
I'd play too but it's not fun when you always win.
Computers are intelligent.
But they have flaws.
Like humans.
A howling suction of win draws my attention to the front door.
My eyes narrowing at the tall, handsome man in a beige trenchcoat entering the bank.
He was followed by two shorter, fatter men in his tow.
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