Suicide

I screamed and fell over from the chair I sat on, I hit my head slightly, and I groaned in pain.

“Mr. Shade, are you okay sir?” I heard from the voice that it was a lady who asked me, I looked up at who was speaking to me.

The woman who spoke to me wore a simple yet professional outfit, a collared blouse paired with a knee-length skirt and heels of sensible length.

Her attire suggested efficiency and practicality, with no unnecessary frills or adornments, it was simply, yet smart.

She had a friendly and kind demeanor, and her expression focused and determined as she leaned over me.

She packed her long black hair into a ponytail which properly framed her face.

Behind her glasses, her bright blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and determination, a testament to her dedication to her job.

Despite the urgency in her voice, there was a sense of familiarity about her, as if we had crossed paths in the office before.

“I’m fine Ms. Taylor, thank you very much,” I said and began to get up.

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