Jordan.
3 years ago.
“Good night, Dan,” I greeted Dan who was sitting on a desk across my office. I took out my keys as I locked the door and I dropped it in my bag. I walked into the elevator and pressed the button for it to take me down to the ground floor.
I stepped out of the elevator as soon as it hissed open.
“Good night Jordan,” the receptionist greeted from her desk and I waved my hand at her with a smile before walking out of the building. I went to the parking space and walked towards my old Hyundai. That car had served me for almost four years now and soon, I would have to let go of it. I opened the car and climbed in, igniting the engine.
The engine started and I moved the car, driving onto the main road. The drive from my place of work to my apartment was just
