“Did you see that?”
“Huh?”
“That trade, did you catch it? It was mega-huge dude! I can’t believe it, how did they know?”
Keith scratched his head. What did he miss? He was having a day like any other. Except for that he had been more distracted than usual. What day was it again?
“Keith, you with me bro?”
“Uh, yeah,” Keith stammered. “What do you think they knew?”
“They had to have some information to make a trade that big. Well, I guess we should see it on the news tonight, probably some catastrophe headed our way.”
“Right, I hate when I miss things. Did you open a report?”
“Of course, I can’t be caught dead making another mistake,” David disclosed. He had been reprimanded just last week for failing to report a trade he made above the daily limit.
Keith pulled up a new tab to check the cryptocurrency charts.
“I don’t,” Keith waved him off.
David didn’t mind and placed the small pill on Keith’s desk next to his keyboard.
Keith stared at it.
He was losing it.
Keith balled his fist and rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t figure out what he was about to do.
“Wanna go out for drinks after work,” David suggested.
Keith looked up at him and blinked.
“Seriously dude, you need to get some help,” David advised as his turned and walked off.
I’m sick of all this he thought.
What was happening to his life?
He stumbled across the office to the nearest men’s room and haphazardly pushed open the door. Once inside he made his way to the nearest stall and swung the door open, dropped to his knees and vomited.
“More fun than the law allows,” Brad chuckled looking at the sad state Keith was in as he washed his hands.
Keith just shook his head a bit as he used the back of his sleeve to wipe his mouth before turning around and leaving the restroom.
He hesitated to answer it but was afraid not to.
Reluctantly he swiped to accept the call.
“I told you never to call me on this number,” he tried to sound intimidating.
The man on the other end just scoffed, “Oh shut up! We saw that you completed the trade, your payment will be waiting for you at home.”
“Wait...,” Keith pleaded, but it was too late, the call had ended. He stared at his phone in his hand for a moment before his completely lost it. He screamed and threw his cell phone across the room. It broke into several pieces as it hit the wall.
Everyone in the office was looking at him now.
Keith didn’t care. He knew it was over.
There was nothing more he could do.
Created by Michael Paine
