Creative Writing: Sweatshop

I knew that they were coming... I knew that they were coming for me. Oh god, I don't know what to do. Why did I go straight home?! Why did I lead them straight to my own fucking house?! I can't defend myself against them, they're too much. If they saw me escaping, I wouldn't be able to run away... I am truly fucked.

Before all of this, before the running, I wasn't involved in any of this mob business. I was just a man struggling to provide for his family, although they wouldn't consider me likewise, at least for now. I'm a desk jockey for a popular printing company; just about the boring types of tasks you would expect. When I couldn't make ends meet with my job, my wife divorced me in exchange for her "former" lover up north. …show more content…
The upsides to being a desk jockey is that you have access to a lot of information about sales; which I can easily use to my advantage. A rival company, about 5 blocks away from here, helps me in my hour of need, in which I oblige to give him some information about our future practices. My bosses wonder how their rivals best them, announcing the same marketing tactics and ideas before our company would even announce them. Thanks to that other company though, I can at least give myself some breathing room, and pay for my kids. Give and take I suppose. Just the other day, I was taking one of my bribes to the bank, issued out to a Mr. Joe Riley (only an alias to protect my identity from counter-snoopers in our company). As always, there were at least nine people in line, and about as slow as a snail's pace, if the snail was on a treadmill moving in the right direction. I was about to hand in my check, awaiting in the suspense of having the money to pay my rent this month, when suddenly... "Get on the ground" says the man behind me, as he grabs me by the neck with his arm, and puts a cold barrel to my temple, following by the screams of those around …show more content…
I have to say, I was impressed. The man held onto me though, as if he thought I would try something funny if the chance came. I wondered how they were able to do all of this in the first place, especially with getting the silent alarms to disable. Then, I realized, you needed someone on the inside. What if the clerk "pretended" to activate the alarm? Hell, they could probably hide all of the money in the bank with them, if the clerk was in on the whole deal. Wow, that actually sounds like a clever murder plot: Hide all of the money in the last place people would look. They ran out without the money, the clerk still behind the desk crouching... I could tell that he was in on it. He had to be. I wonder... If this place was already robbed, would they keep surveillance on

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