Sitting in the glow of the red light that illuminates the cloak of fog around him, the radio clock seemed to mock three-time defending employee of the month Mark DeRoss, and tension rose as the timer to his right began to dwindle: 5, 4, 3… his foot, dancing with the pedal It was as if his subconscious could not bare lose to the race he had won many times before, and as the timer struck 1, with little hesitation his foot pressed down on the plastic below. An audible rev echoed as he accelerated down the weary stretch.
Time passed as Mark weaved to and fro, finally arriving at the 7-story office with less than a minute to spare before the office doors were to be unlocked. With pace, he walked to appear professional, however it was all he could
Time passed as Mark weaved to and fro, finally arriving at the 7-story office with less than a minute to spare before the office doors were to be unlocked. With pace, he walked to appear professional, however it was all he could