FRIGHT She grabbed her mouse. She was long overdue for a lunch break. She was going to sign out of the bank’s software and grab something to calm the demons that were beginning a carnival in her stomach. Just as she clicked the “Sign Out” button on the menu by the left of her computer screen, the shrill scream from the contract cleaner stopped her hands. Joan glanced up just in time to hear the words every banker dreaded. “Everybody lie down,” coarse and sounding like gravels rubbing against each other, “Anybody moves and I smoke that person!” All her thoughts of food were forgotten instantly. She moved quickly, backing away from the counter to create enough room to lie down. Her legs tangled with the cords of the computer and her money-counter but she paid no heed. The cold floor didn’t register in her mind either, or the fact that her heartbeat could be heard in her ears. From the corner of her eye, she saw her colleagues complying. She could see the training at their orientation taking effect. They were instructed on exact compliance in cases of armed robbery. No arguments. No complaints. No thinking. Perfect compliance was the word. “You,” the voice was saying, “go over there and join the others!” Click on the link to continue reading. mynaijastories/fright/
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