
Every morning that I enter my office, I am afraid. Every time my boss calls me into his cabin, panic rises in my stomach like bile. Every promotion, every pay-check brings along with it a new fear. Even coffee spilled on my shirt, even a missing pen. If there is a hell of Earth? It is contained within the four walls of Mr. Santana's cabin. ( entry for Amazon Prime's #Panic Writing Contest )All Rights Reserved
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