“Don’t shoot, please. Please don’t kill.” I said frantically. My hands were up in the air like a burglary thief caught at gunpoint. My chest heaved from fear and anxiety as I breathed.
“How did you get in?.” One of the men asked. All four guns were still pointed at me.
“Who are you?.” Another asked.
“I promise I’ll explain myself. But your guns, can you please lower them? What if it suddenly fires? I don’t think I’m ready to die yet.” I
“You should have thought about that before trespassing.” He c****d the pistol in his hand.
“What?! Wait wait. You can’t kill me. I mean I’m not a trespasser. I work here, I work at the other building.” I lifted my ID card/keycard. “See, I work here.”
“No, you don’t work here. You work at the main building and that means you are aware of the fact that
