After Hours
The hum of the lights has stopped.
The paper jam in the copier can wait for tomorrow.
Night janitors empty waste baskets and check coin returns on the vending
machines for change.
The whiteboard in the conference room tells a grim tale of loss sales and
poor judgement.
A Biplane sputters overhead and spots a lone figure on a ledge of the office
building.
Nothing they can do now.
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