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The clock is ticking. I missed the last bus, and now I'm jogging down the streets of the city in my favorite black suit, dodging pedestrians and street vendors. I have exactly fifteen minutes to get into the bank, go to the bathroom, and prepare for my business day. If I arrive in less than fifteen minutes, I will be present for the opening of the bank, the most stressful part of my day.
I round the corner of Main and Vine Streets, looking directly at the familiar dark marble building. As usual, a group of seemingly exhausted citizens is lined up on the pavement. Most of the people are office workers trying to get their day's cash before the morning opening of the bank. Most of the people are standing with their hands buried in their pockets, trying to brave the onslaught of freezing city air. None of this strikes me as odd as I head for the glass double doors to enter the bank. The same group braves the icy weather every morning. So why does this seem different?
I step inside the building and knock on a glass door used only by staff members. I look down at my watch. Only five minutes to spare! Where is everyone? I can't be late for the bank's opening. I will not be late because nobody can hear me knocking! I knock on the door harder, louder. I stop for fear of accidentally breaking the door. I pull my red knuckles away from the door, ignoring the pain pulsing from my hand. Finally, one of my coworkers comes to my aid and opens the door. I wait for her to retrieve the key and unlock the steel lock. The lock makes a loud clank as it is unlocked. I push open the heavy door and step inside the bank.
As soon as I enter, I am hit with an unexpected gust of air conditioning. The bank radio is already on, and Madonna's "Holiday" echoes through the deserted bank. I quickly walk across the floor, my shoes making loud squeaks on the tile. I make a beeline for the large wooden door that leads to the staff area and the restrooms. If I hurry, I should have no problem. The bank manager is already hunched over her desk, poring over hundreds of bank documents.
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