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~ Evan ~

My sister and I went our separate ways at work. I met my coworkers in a meeting room where they were sitting around talking. “Morning, everyone; why are you guys just sitting here? We have important work to do. So— chop, chop.” I said as I sat my bag down. Ryan walked up to me with worried eyes.

“Kaylee told us to clean the offices upstairs. The way she said it was giving us strange vibes.”

Were we getting fired or something? The fear in the room is unbearable. We got the cleaning supplies and went to the top floor. Police were still investigating the area but didn't mind we were there. As long as we got clearance, we were good.

It felt like forever since we moved to the second floor. It got dusty quickly. We transferred files, wiped desktops, dusted cabinets, removed the trash, did some high dusting, etc. The room was spotless right now, so why are we doing this? Out of nowhere, my coworker felt something when he took down a box. "Guys, I think I found something," he said.

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