He left the fridge on, trusting that it wouldn't betray him in his absence. With a final tug at the door handle, he stepped outside, locked up, and walked off—ready to face whatever the day decided to throw at him.
He took a cab to NetVigil, just like he always did. As the vehicle crawled to a halt in the thick traffic, he leaned against the window frame, his gaze drifting out through the glass.
The city moved in slow motion outside—cars honking, people weaving between lanes—and he just sat there, silently watching it all unfold.
"I wonder what I'll do to bring that guy down from that office chair!" he murmured to himself as he stared out the window in fury.
He was usually on his own when he boarded a cab, often paying the driver extra to cover the rest of the seats just to avoid company.
But today was different—he didn't have the luxury of standing by the roadside, waiting for an empty cab to roll by.