Giving you one last smug grin, your blonde haired jerkbag of a "friend" Brett strolled through the double glass doors of the front lobby and into the evening city scape. Leaving you all alone inside the darkened office space. With a sigh, you slumped back into your chair to somberly wheel yourself back into your cubicle, where you proceeded to mindlessly bounce pencils off your blank computer monitor...again.
Just the other week, your semi-dictator of a boss, Ms. Clarice, a tall grey furred wolf anthro of breathtaking beauty and inner power had called you into her office to discuss a promotion she wanted you to consider. Well, not so much of a promotion as more of an arrangement.....work the night shift detail to handle any customer inquiries from the other side of the planet who all worked in different time zones.
At first the plan sounded nice...fewer calls, less paperwork to pump out, and being in the dead of night, no need to suffer the din of a busy office complex. But it was soon made apparent the company had fewer overseas customers than you were led to believe. Sure the pay was good, but the monotony and loneliness had eaten away at your soul a lot more quickly than you first realized. Well, you weren't the ONLY employee still around, there were a few other humans and anthro's working the grave yard shift alongside you, but you had yet to greet any of them just yet.
"Maybe it's time I did," you grumbled quietly to yourself, "Nothing else to d..."
The sound of raised voices and something being hit with strong force soon caught your attention.
Leaning your head out of your cubicle to investigate, you were surprised to find the sound was....
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