Delirando
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CHAPTER 1. The Spill
🕑 Added 2025-07-23 02:10:55 +0000 UTCObedient by 9AM
I was running. Literally. My heart was pounding from the fear of being late on my first day at work. The city was still half-asleep, bathed in pale sunlight and the greasy smell rising from the manholes. I, like an idiot, had brought a hot coffee in a flimsy paper cup not made for running.
Just as I was heading down the subway stairs, I stumbled. I didn’t fall, but the coffee did. The whole thing spilled on my light shirt, soaking it from chest to collar. “f*ck…” I muttered. A group of office workers walked past me without a word. I stood there for a second. The fabric clung to my torso, and the train was three minutes away. If I got on, I might just make it in time. If I didn’t… but how could I show up like this? With a soaked shirt, smelling like burnt breakfast. Like I let my coffee fuck me up before I even clocked in.
What the hell do I do now? Go to work dirty and on time, or clean up and be late?
Leave a comment with your favorite option. Although I'm publishing this story on X, it could have a very different path and outcome. It's up to you! I'm very excited to see which path you choose.
Comments
Agojie
Clean up and be late..
Ong
Go to work on dirt
