The Midnight Shift Curse
Language: en
I’ve been at this company for three years, and I’ve never worked a single minute of overtime. The first time I stayed late, old man Miller in the cubicle next to me died of a massive heart attack. The second time I worked overtime, Sarah, the senior associate who trained me, “accidentally” fell down the emergency stairwell. The third time, Maria, our sweet cleaning lady, was electrocuted in the breakroom. After that, the whole office knew the unwritten rule: whenever I worked overtime, someone died. No one dared to work on my floor. Management moved my desk into a private, isolated…