The dimly lit corridor of the decrepit prison was a grim sight, with rusty bars and peeling paint on the walls. The air was heavy with the stench of desperation and despair. Micah, disoriented and bruised, had been forcibly dragged down this corridor by a pair of burly guards.As they reached a heavy, iron-clad door at the end of the corridor, Micah's heart pounded in his chest. His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the guards roughly shoved him toward the cell.With a forceful push, Micah was thrown violently into the cell. Time seemed to slow as he soared through the air. He landed with a painful thud, his butt making first contact with the unforgiving stone floor. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through his spine, and he winced as he crumpled to the ground.The cell was dimly lit, and the only source of light came from a small, barred window high above. The clang of the heavy door slamming shut echoed through the chamber, sealing Micah inside. He slowly picked himself up, hi
"Gloz," Micah whispered, his voice barely audible even in the stillness of the cell. His lips formed the name like a sacred incantation, and his eyes remained fixed on Gloz's figure.Gloz's face was etched with weariness, bearing the scars of a thousand battles and the weight of a thousand sorrows. His eyes, once filled with vigor, had now grown dim, but they still held a spark of resilience.As Gloz's gaze met Micah's, something remarkable happened. A subtle transformation overtook Micah's features, a metamorphosis of emotions. At first, there was disbelief, as if he couldn't quite fathom that it was really Micah who was before him. But then, like a sunbeam breaking through stormy clouds, a radiant smile crept across Micah's face.In that moment, a torrent of emotions flooded through Micah, relief, joy, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It was as though the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders, replaced by an unshakeable resolve. "Gloz? Is that really you?
"No!" Gloz yelled."What do you mean by No?" Micah asked."I'm not telling you anything! You all are liars!" Gloz screamed"Hey man, calm down." Pinky said."I just cannot believe it! I didn't want to do it! But I couldn't bear to see my sister cry anymore." Gloz said and crouched on the floor.The others gathered around him and helped him sit up."You can trust me Gloz, tell me everything and I'll help you out of here." Micah said."I can't, man. I won't make that mistake again. My life is messed up! I can't believe it!" Gloz screamed bitterly."Gloz, I'm going to be honest with you, I wasn't arrested by accident." Micah confessed."You weren't? But you told us you didn't mean to give that old man something he was allergic to." Pinky said."That was an accident. But the truth is, one way or the other, I had every plan of getting arrested and ending up in this cell." Micah explained.Staring into his eyes, Gloz asked "What are you talking about?"Micah proceeded to tell them everythin
Micah and Gloz walked silently behind the officer. Micah was calm because he knew who the visitor was. On the other hand, Gloz felt confused. Who would want to visit him here? It could not be his siblings, could it? He asked internally, but quickly dismissed that thought. He didn't want to get his hopes high.Just as they arrived at the door of the visitor's room, the officer who was leading them, Officer Daniels gestured for Micah and Gloz to go in. The heavy metallic clang of the cell door echoed behind them as they entered the small room. Gloz's eyes darted nervously, taking in the cold atmosphere."Alright, Gloz, you've got 15 minutes with your visitor. Make it count," Officer Daniels said, his tone gruff but not unkind. He shot a stern glance at Gloz, who stood by, a silent spectator to the scene.Micah nodded with gratitude in his eyes. Gloz shifted uncomfortably, aware of the limited time allowed for this interaction with his yet to be seen visitor."Remember, Gloz, Keep it civ
Confusion written on his face, Micah asked "Excuse me?"Junior proceeded to explain all that had been happening at D'premium branch and how their workers had been stealing from them."So, if I understand you correctly, you believe the theft is happening in the boxing section at the branch?" Micah asked."Yes, Junior answered."And you believe it's someone or people working in that section that's responsible and involved?" Micah asked again."That's correct." Junior replied."So, what exactly do you want me to do? What's my role in all this? And why're you offering me a position there?" Micah asked skeptically."Simply put, I need an inside man." Junior answered."An inside man? What do you mean?" Micah asked."I need someone who would work there, get close enough to the workers, find out who's behind the stealing and help me expose them." Junior replied."And you think I can do it?" Micah asked."I'm convinced you can. Will you help me?" Junior asked, stretching his hand to Micah.Acc
Micah was tired. He never knew packaging wristwatches could be that stressful.Micah's eyes, which had been vibrant and full of life just that morning, now held the heavy burden of exhaustion. Deep, dark circles etched beneath them, telling a tale of his need to sleep and his restlessness. Shoulders slouched, as if carrying the weight of the world, Micah moved with a sluggish rhythm, each step echoing the struggle against the invisible forces pulling him down.He was thirsty and decided to get water. And coffee as well, to help him stay awake for the remaining one hour before his closing time for the day.He had gotten his drinks and was on his way back when the least thing he was expecting happened.His mind was consumed by the need to finish his packaging before closing hours, he rounded a corner only to collide with a lady adorned with vibrant red hair who had been walking too fast. The collision unfolded in an unfortunate symphony of mishap. The contents in Micah's hands, water
"I have and in the most unfortunate circumstances." Micah replied.Letting out a chuckle, Kelly said, "I doubt there's anyone in this company who met Janet in fortunate circumstances. However, I'd like to hear your own unfortunate encounter, tell me all about it."Micah proceeded to tell her what had truly happened and when he was done, Kelly scoffed."There was really no point trying to explain your side of the story to Mr Black." She said."Why? What do you mean?" Micah asked curiously."For one thing, it's a known secret that Janet and Mr Black are in a relationship." Kelly answered.Micah's eyes shot up as realization dawned on him. "No wonder." He mused."Mr Black will always take Janet's side. So I'll advise you to try and avoid further encounters with her. Also, it's best if you head to her table first. In Fact, go right now and should also go along with two cups of coffee, you're going to need them." Kelly advised."And why's that?" Micah asked."Knowing Janet, I can confident
Micah strolled into the company. He was just about to enter his work area when he was stopped by Mr Black."Good morning Sir." Micah said. However, he got no response."I completed Janet's task yesterday. You can go and confirm if you'd like. Also, I know the incident yesterday must have painted me in a bad light, but I want to assure you, that is not who I am. It was an accident, I am not clumsy and what happened yesterday will never repeat itself again."Mr Black just kept on staring at him, so he asked "Can I go now?" He didn't feel comfortable under the manager's intense scrutinizing gaze."Micah, what are you really doing here?" Mr Black finally asked."I beg your pardon?" Micah replied."I said, what are you really doing here?" The manager asked again.Micah's palms grew clammy as his manager's piercing gaze bore into him. The air seemed to thicken as he fumbled for words, anxiety tightening his throat. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying the composed facade he had