Transmigration

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Ezra leaned back with his arms in the air, whooping in victory. His shout echoed in the empty office.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Nnngh. So tired."

He stood up too suddenly, feeling a bit woozy. He picked up the glowing desktop clock and pressed his nose to it.

4 a.m.

Damn. Ezra cursed his evil boss. Maybe he should quit his job. But then again, appearances were everything, and he's no longer the spry youngster he was. Who would hire this greasy loser anyways? Ezra goraned. He was only 28 for crying out loud! What happened to the 25 year old Ezra to make him such a loser?

Ezra snorted. Yeah, right, he forgot. His demon boss happened.

He grabbed at his glasses and shoved them on, and then moved around the office like a zombie, gathering the rest of his stuff.

He shuffled into the elevator, squinting to find the right button. Ah, there it is. He stabbed the button for first floor with his finger and slumped against the wall.

Ouch, shouldn't have done that. His left arm is now sore. He rubbed at his arm and stepped away from the elevator wall.

Ding.

He shuffled out, and walked slowly towards the door.

"Late night again?" Kai, the security guard, is still happy go lucky as ever, even at 4 am.

Ezra flapped a hand in his direction, too tired to bother with speaking.

Kai chuckled. "Take care on the way home!"

Ezra grunted in response.