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On that day:
"Ouch"
Damn back!
It was the usual and the old repetitive routine of the young Brett Yang, it was time to work. He knew he had this job provided by "his kind and graceful father". Well that's what everybody in the company was saying anyways.
"I hate my life. Aiya, it hurts." Brett slumped down, he knew he wasn't his father's favourite child but forcing him to work in his company when he had no interests at all with was like a death penalty to him.
But there was Mike, the prodigy son, the first favourite child and the one Brett despised.
Mike was the older of their siblings, the perfect one, and the one his family were proud of. And there's him, the rebellious son, the one who wanted to get out of the damned house and explore the world. He had been saving up years to travel, but his graceful father didn't allow so, he worked in the company.
He sat in his office, where he was given the position to.
"Ouch, my back's killing me" Brett winced from the pain. Then, his assistant, his childhood best friend, the one he secretly had a crush on came in.
"Mr. Yang?" She knocked on the door.
"Oh, Maria. What is it?" Brett smiled to her.
"Is it your back again? I could hear your groaning from outside" she laughed.
"I told you not to call me Mr. When we are alone and yes it freakin hurts againnnnnnn" Brett whined.
"Ahem.. Mr.Yang, you're our head. Act like one. I'll get you something to ease the pain." Maria teased, finding Brett cute.
"You're a lifesaver" Brett smiled.
"And Brett, i mean, Mr. Yang. The produces and the statistical data have to be sorted and its going to arrive at 12p.m. And Mr. Mike told us to clear and analyse all those by the end of today?"
"What? Today?! It's arriving so late and it has to be done by today? Why? That's not possible. Where's Mike?" Brett stood up abruptly.
"He's in his office" Maria responded.
Brett stormed out of his office, even though they were the lower department in the company, his brother has to think things through, not just command everything from the higher ups.
"Mike!"
"Hmm, act like a normal human here and knock" Mike glared, sitting on the sofa.
"Mike, what's this? This is not possible, do you know the work and the amount of time needed to sort such things down there. It can't be done by today. Give us time. At least tomorrow evening." Brett glared directly in his eyes.
"Then, i suggest you get to it now"
"Mike, did you hear what i just-"
"Its an order directly from the Ceo, which means dad gave the order and you lower departments have to sort out in time. And it's not only your department. Every department has been given specific orders for today so, don't complain here and start working. I have things to do too" Mike put on an evil smirk for Brett to see.
Brett can't say anything to that, every department was given orders too. He huffed a breath and dashed towards his office.
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"Okay, guys. Listen up. We have to get things done so eat before 12 because i am sorry to do this to you but no other breaks for today, only bathroom breaks. Eat and we will start exactly at 12 when it arrives. Let's get this done by today" Brett cheered.
"Yes, Mr. Yang"
All his teammates adored Brett because he really cared for them, unlike others who just sit and order others around like puppets.
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The cheering spirit of the team died down when it was now 7p.m. Few of the departments had gone home but Brett's team still have lots to do.
Brett looked at his teammates who were all exhausted now. He got up and went out, heading for the coffee shop which was only a 2 minutes' walk.
He walked a little bit fast, not wanting to make his teammates wait and reached the shop.
"Hey, Susan. The usual 8 please." Brett smiled.
"Hey, Brett. Isn't it your usual time to go home?"
"Yeah, it is. Got some additional work today" Brett huffed.
"Oh, then I'll make it quick"
"Thanks Susan"
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Brett was heading back to the office, but he had an un-easy feeling, like someone was following him.
Then, he saw this black shadowy figure that slipped behind a building from the corner of his eyes. He turned his head and looked, but there was nobody to be seen. He shrugged it off and hurried back to his office.
"Hey, guys. Here's some coffee. We are nearly done so let's keep it up"
"Umm, Mr. Yang? The team is almost done, but you know you would have to finalized everything that we've done" David reminded Brett because he know Brett will be in the office a very long time if he keeps on helping them first.
"Oh, don't worry about it, I'll help you guys first" Brett reassured with a smile.
The team worked hard and on 12:30, they were finished.
"Goodbye, guys. I'll finish this up so go home and rest"
"Mr. Yang, are you sure? We can stay with you if you want?" Maria asked worried.
"No, no. This will only take a jiffy, so go and rest. Goodbye guys"
The teams bid their goodbyes and went straight home. Brett on the other hand, was fighting through those mount of papers, finalizing everything.
He eyes were starting to hurt, his fingers were cramping up and his back was in so much pain. He rolled his neck to ease up some of the tension that was starting to settle there and finally after 1 hour.
Done!!! Gosh its 2:30 now. So late.
Brett stood up and groaned, stretching himself. He walked out and saw nobody there.
Guess i am the last person to leave.
He went down and saw the night guard.
"Hey Phillip."
"Oh, Mr. Yang. Done with the work i see. Want me to call a cab for you?"
"No no, I'll walk home. Have a goodnight" Brett smiled.
"Goodnight to you too sir" Phillip responded.
Brett was listening to some music as he walked, the night was asleep now, nobody to be seen. No lights from the windows to light up the road, just the flickering streetlights that needed repairs.
He was now only just 5 minutes away from his home, he was at the park by the old abandoned factory. He dreaded this street as no houses were there.He was so sleepy that he planned to just go straight to bed.
But just then, he saw a shadowy figure lurking to the right side of his back, this was enough to send shivers down his spine, he was now wide awake with fear.
Oh my god, wh-what? Who was that? I gotta get home fast.
Brett started walking fast, a lot faster.
If i run now, he'll start running towards me. Oh my god, what if he's armed?
Then, this thought was enough. Brett takes out his phone to call the police but just then, the figure dashed towards him.
Brett was shocked and ran, as fast as he could but that lanky figure was too fast, catching up to him. He was running so fast that he dropped his phone. He shouted but the street was filled with silence. He looked everywhere, but no one was in sight.
He needed some cover so he ran towards the factory, cold sweats dripping while his heart felt like it was being squeezed from the inside. He stumbled but was too afraid to look back and ran again.
He shouted again, fearing to look back to the figure as only the sound of his running was enough for him. He head towards the alleyway and hid behind the trash. He covered his mouth with his hands, trembling with fear.
Then, the figure came, walking slowly and poised, directly pointed a loaded gun to him
"Come out quietly.."
Brett could feel tears rolling down his cheeks, he came out and there was nowhere to escape from this. It felt so surreal but the pounding beats of his heart made his head dizzy, his throat parched and the coldness he felt was too real.
Is he going to kill me?!!!
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