Tyler brushed himself off after picking himself up from the floor
What kind of sick joke was this?
What the fuck was going on?
The security guards, he had no intention of fighting again, walked back towards the building where he worked Well, where he had worked, until today
But, the thing was he was never fired
Even more, they all acted as if they had never seen him before
Stella at the front desk looked him dead in the eyes as the security guard twisted his arm behind his back, and didn't flinch.
They weren't close per se, but he did chat her up and ask her out a year ago only to find out she was engaged.
They saw each other quite frequently at work and shared a professional smile and greeting.
Not today though
And the face she made when he implicated her in the argument, insisting they knew each other...
It was an honest look of shock, surprise, fear, and some disgust.
Nothing was right from the moment he arrived at the building.
The tag on his car windshield was missing, forcing him to be diverted to the guest parking by lot security
Then things went sideways inside
Late due to the long walk from guest parking he rushed inside
Waving his wallet over the turnstile sensor did nothing and he slammed his hip into the post
What?? He muttered waving his wallet over the sensor again and again.
He opened the wallet to find that the RFID card was missing.
Fuuuuuuck! He gasps and turned to walk towards the lobby security desk
One guard had already taken notice of him and began to approach menacingly
Hi, ya, I'm sorry, I seem to have misplaced my card and need to get up as quickly as possible.
What department sir?
Finance, 45th floor, Tyler Shift, under Martin Leafer's team.
Shift you said, I don't have you in the system. Sir, everyone here is on file in the facial recognition system. He said pointing up at the cameras. And you are not coming up. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
A second security guard approached.
No! No, no, no, please. Call Martin, we have a meeting this morning with the Lawson firm, he'll clear things up.
The two guards looked to the desk, and with a sigh the seated security agent said, Fine... hold on.
Sir, can I have you stand over here? The largest of the guards directed Tyler as he pressed close to the counter to try to listen in on the conversation.
Wait, what, ah, ya sure...
Nodding, nodding, shaking of the head, nodding some more... hangs up. The desk agent looks up and shakes his head prompting the security guards to begin to "encourage" Tyler to leave.
Wait! No, there's some mistake! Stella! Stella! You know me! Tell them, tell them I work here!
This was when he caught sight of that expression on Stella's face
She had been oblivious to him all this time, but having her name was shouted prompted her to stand and see what was happening.
A co-worker beside her could be seen mouthing the words, you know him? And that's when they made eye contact.
With eyes locked, That expression, One brought on by fear for herself for having a stranger, being dragged out by security, shout her name. Spread across her face.
She shook her head and said, No.
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