

This is some dystopian fan fiction.
Jose has seen me come to work everyday through those doors for more than half a year. I believe this was his idea of a joke. He must have disabled the turnstile right before I was to scan my key card. I went straight to my manager to see “If everything was OK.”
And it’s not all that well-written, either.
Sprint up or sprint down? Cuz 5 stairs at a time up is mad talent