Day 239

Working nights as a security guard wasn't ideal but it paid well.
She only had to watch the top few floors, walking round and checking in on whoever was still there.
Today it was just the usual ones - a couple of new guys behind on their work, the deputy CEO and
a few IT guys (it varied depending on how much needed repairs).

Everything seemed as usual, gossip with the IT guys revealed a small feud going on between the
deputy and a new guy (Callum or Calvin, something like that).
Their emails were pretty heated for a "minor" feud, she made a mental note to keep an eye on it, just
in case things stopped being so "minor".

Last stop was the deputy, quiet guy... always had a jug of water on his desk.
He was even quieter than normal, seemed nervous.
Nothing else was out of the ordinary, but there was a small plastic man in his water jug, had a roll of
paper tied to its' leg.
Deputy it was a good luck charm.

As she was heading out the door the front desk rang an emergency in.
Someone called Cale Bradwell was dead on the sixth floor, soaking wet and stone cold.
The expected chaos happened soon after, police, forensics, questions, questions and more questions.
No lead suspect.

Eventually the report was released, Bradwell had drowned.
Nobody had a clue how but she remembered the doll.

This time, she was going to confront the deputy, get a confession and hand him in.
Started her shift as normal, didn't want him to suspect.
Had it always been this cold in here?
Why was she starting to sweat so much, was it the flu?

By the time she got to the deputy's office she  was gasping for breath, vision swimming.
She collapsed as soon as she opened his office door.
He stepped over her and walked away without saying a word.

Dragging herself upright she finally slumped in the deputy's chair, head slamming onto the desk as
her lungs filled with water.

The last thing she saw was a small plastic doll at the bottom of a large jug of water.

It wore her uniform.

It wore her face.