Dead Men Don't Punch In My Ghost Employee Came Back as a Corpse
Language: en
I run payroll at a local food packaging plant. I make twenty-one hundred dollars a month. Three years ago, I added a fake name to the active roster. David Miller, thirty-one, packaging department. His driver’s license was photoshopped for two hundred bucks. His badge photo was AI-generated. The man didn’t exist. Every month, his base salary of thirty-two hundred dollars plus perfect attendance bonuses was deposited into a secret bank account I opened. The plant's management was absolute trash. The owner was greedy to the bone, and workers cycled out every three months. The floor managers…