DARK LUCK:PT.1

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Goes off in Amos's ear, he groans in annoyance as he gets out of his bed, his floorboards creak under his weight, stepping quietly through his house, he makes it to the bathroom. Doing his business and brushing his teeth, he starts getting ready for a long, horrid day of office work. Lastly he putting on his silk coat, he steps out of his house, the sunlight illuminating his skin as he walks to his car and getting in. He starts up the car, the engine humming as he starts driving to his office job, when he makes it, he steps out of the car, shoving his car keys into his pocket and grabbing his lunch bag. Walking to the entrance of the building, he takes a deep breath before opening the door and walking in, cold air hitting his face as he now hears multiple people talking and typing on their assigned computers. He lets out a sigh before walking to the elevator and going in, pressing the button to the 4th floor, he hears a man call out, he glances at a man that's running to the elevator in a rush, Amos holds the elevator open for the man, the guy steps in and goes to the corner of the elevator, standing in awkward silence with this man made Amos nervous, but he kept his composure. 

As soon as the elevator door opened, he walks out and starts making his way to his pod, sitting in his seat, he stares blankly at the black screen of the computer before sighing and turning it on, grabbing a file from the cabinet under his desk, he starts punching in numbers into the computer, an everyday thing he does at his job. Depressing, right? But Amos couldn't just vent about, he'd get fired on the spot! So he just kept to himself, typing away at his computer in his little pod, his eyes skimming through the file as his calloused fingertips press the numbers on the keyboard. He keeps checking the clock as it ticks, hoping for it be lunch already, but, as he types away, he could feel his eyelids going heavy, he tries to stay awake by standing up and going to the coffee machine, grabbing a cup and pouring himself coffee, he reaches for coffee creamer, but soon realizes that they've ran out of coffee creamer, he grunts and goes back to his pod, drinking black coffee, his face scrunches at the bitterness of the coffee, he sits back down and continues typing, taking sips of his bitter coffee every now and then. About 45 minutes pass when he realizes that he finished his coffee, he gets up to get more, walking back to the coffee machine and pouring himself more again, he then takes a sip of the coffee, once again his face scrunches at the bitter taste. Continuing to type, he stares at the computer, wondering why he chose such a boring job, but quickly remembering the good pay they give him, still, he keeps day dreaming, until it's disturbed by his boss dropping a thick stack of paperwork onto his desk, ordering Amos to finish the paperwork by the end of the week, which in response, Amos simply nods, putting away the file he was holding back into the cabinet and grabbing a pen, before starting to work on the dreadful papers.

 Hours pass and he's a quarter finished with the papers, he looks at the time and realizes that it's lunch time, he quickly gets up, grabbing his lunch bag and going into the break room, sitting in his usual spot  in the corner of the room, setting his bag on the small table, he starting eating his sandwich and drinking water, quietly scrolling through his phone. looking at daily news, but, as soon as he sees an artical about the recent discover of Axel May's death, he breaks into cold sweat, putting his phone away and now anxiously eating his food, thoughts flying by in his head, wondering if the police will find out about the murderer. Thinking about it alone made his heart drop, Amos soon finishes his food and packs up his lunch bag, walking back to his pod, he can hear people gossiping about the recent death of Axel, which only makes him more nervous, he quickly sits back down in his pod, grabbing his pen and another piece of the paperwork to do.

 But, about 2 hours later he looks at the time, "7:35pm", it was time to go home for him, he sighs with relief and gets up, gathering up all the papers and his bag before heading to the elevator, pressing the button for thr 1st floor, as he waits, he taps his foot against the steel elevator floor, when the door opens, he walks out and goes straight for the exit, opening the door, he's hit with the fresh cold air of the night, he walks to his car and gets in, the engine humming again as he starts driving back home, pulling into his garage, he puts his car in park and gets out, grabbing his lunch bag and going into his house. He sets his stuff on the kitchen counter before going up the stairs and into his room, taking off his coat, he plops onto his bed with a grunt turning over onto his back and staring at ceiling with a blank look, soon, he feels his eyes going heavy, he sighs and rolls onto his sigh, slowing drifting off to sleep, waiting for the next day to arrive.

(END OF PT.1)

[Hello my fellow readers! If you are reading this, I just wanted to say thank you for reading my little story, of course, this isn't all of it, I'll be making many more parts to this story, I will try to make another part right now, but part 2 might be finished by tomorrow, so, have a great day/ night!]

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