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They Would See

He sat in his cubicle, no pictures on the wall. No personal items at all.
His shoulders slumped over as he stared at the computer screen.
He had been the IT manager for thirty years for this company. What had he gained from it? No wife, no kids, not even a place to call his own. He wore coke-bottle glasses and was suffering from carpal tunnel syndrome. Not a great catch after all those years of typing away staring at a computer screen. But he still came in everyday. Loyal till the end.
Tonight, he would conveniently call in sick around midnight.
You see, he’d had enough. Enough of the laughs and jeers. Enough of the pointing and colleagues not knowing his name. He was prepared to fix them for good.
But once again, fate dealt him a blow. He wasn’t allowed to fulfill his “destiny.”
As he continued to type, a group of men entered the room silently, conferred with the receptionist.
She pointed and said in her loudest voice, “Don’t let that man touch the computers!”
The men closed in quickly.

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