John was a lucky b*stard. How he had managed to get by the CFO's questions about his little project was beyond him. He was still being investigated, but the investigation would be a lot lighter now and the suspicion was mostly gone. Unfortunately for you guys, the story isn't about what he did to get investigated. That's a long, hilarious story with tons of corporate failures, drugs, and people in bars with strange accents. You guys probably would have liked that story, but this one's a little different.
John is a corporate desk jockey. He makes a fair asum of money, enough that he has to wear a suit and tie everyday. Usually, the suit was black and the tie was red. He has a brass clock on his desk with a revolving base. If we did a little digging in his mind, we'd see that he's gone to church his entire life, and that his parents had decent jobs. He doesn't remember what those jobs were, but they paid well enough. He and his brother got new toys on their birthays and at Christmas, and they always had enough food and were warm. Hs parents argued about money occasionally, but they were usually pretty nice people. They donated to the church on Sundays and threw a one or a five in the buckets of Salvation Army Santas occasionally.
John looked at the clock, swore, and packed his work laptop into his leather satchel. He would have to work at home tonight, and that put him in a bad mood. As he walked towards the parking garage his car was in, he saw a homeless man on the street with a cardboard sign. He passed by without even reading what it said. He wondered for half a second about why the guy was homeless, and mentally decided he probably spent all his money on drugs and couldn't pay the rent. He got into his car and started driving home to his loving wife and kids.
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