There you were, stuck. You were cornered by the meanest coworker in our shop. He was big, tall, and muscular. He could easily snap me in half if he wanted to.
"Back off!" You scream, getting closer and closer to the edge of the building.
He snorted, obviously amused by your fear.
"First off, I know what your doing. Trying to stop my plans. You think I'm stupid?"
You stared at him in disbelief. Plans? What does he mean plans? What have I walked into?
"Listen, I don't know what your talking about! I don't know of any plans, I swear!" You pleaded with him, glancing over the edge for a second.
He chuckled, "Of course you don't! 'Oh poor stupid me! I'm just a meer mortal! I know of nothing!' You must really think little of me hm?"
He took another step toward you. Sweat dribbled down your neck.
"Your done, sweet heart."
And he pushed you, straight off the building. You fell, everything went slow and you could feel your heart beat loudly.
This was it. Your life has been nothing but mediocre and hard, and now you're falling to your death from your own workplace.
Suddenly you felt yourself land in strong arms, spun around, and your head resting against the chest of a man.
