You report for your briefing in a week

Seven days pass slow. You are quivering with nervous excitement. Your heart seems to beat harder and erratic now. You have been living on vast amounts of caffeine for a long time that may be part of it. The day you are to appear you can't up much energy. You drink five red bulls and brew three cups of coffee to get some steam going. Your heart is jack hammering in your chest now and you drive to the office. But you have a fatal heart attack on the way there. Your over taxed ticker has sadly finally given out.

⤓ Your a spy by Maggie Plumes

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