"Off to work I guess" you sighed, as you took the remote upstairs with you so you could get changed, you had already been late for the bank twice this week, and although it was only a part-time job as a teller you really didn't want to lose your job.
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A half hour later and you were dressed in your work clothes, black pants, black loafers, white shirt and a black tie, you quickly wet your hair and applied gel to it before heading back downstairs...remote in hand...to get yourself a bite to eat before leaving.
"Shit, better get going!" you mumbled to yourself as you glanced at your watch.
You grabbed your jacket and slipped the remote into your pocket, then you headed out the door and locked it behind you before running over to the bus stop.
10 minutes later you were down town and walking towards the bank when you started thinking about the strange looking remote again, your hand went into your pocket and you felt it, wondering if it actually worked.
You were itching to find out, but time was against you, you withdrew your hand from your pocket as you hurried into the bank to start your shift.
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After an hour or so, and with only a few people in the bank you took the remote out of your pocket and switched it on, it whirred into life again and you looked around you, making sure your fellow tellers (four women) didn't see you messing around with it.
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