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Chapter 2 by INeed4000Bucks INeed4000Bucks

Who is this travelling salesperson?

You, sneaking into people's homes during office hours

Your notes were cluttered. You fumbled through pages in your notebook, trying to find the right figures to appease your boss. He stood with his back turned, pointing at a chart projected on the wall. The chart showed the performance metrics of your coworkers, all of them seemingly outpacing you.

"As you can see," your boss said, his voice tight with frustration, "everyone else on the team is hitting their targets. Their numbers are up across the board. But you..."

He turned to face you, his expression stormy. "Your sales are in the toilet. Your client retention rate is abysmal. It's like you're not even trying. I don't want to hear excuses; I want results. If you can't turn things around, and fast, we're going to have to let you go."

Your heart hammered in your chest. Losing this job would be catastrophic. In a panic, your eyes darted to the large window behind your boss's desk. It was cracked open, letting in a warm breeze.

In that moment, fight or flight instinct took over. You leapt from your chair, over his desk, knocking everything over in a tuble, and made it to the window. Your boss shouted after you, but you were already falling through, out into the open air.

For a terrifying moment, you were free falling. Then your hands caught the ledge of the window below. You hung there, ten stories up, your feet dangling over the busy street. Adrenaline surged through you as you clung to the narrow ledge.

Slowly, carefully, you began to inch your way along the building's facade. You didn't dare look down. The window ledge of the adjacent apartment building seemed impossibly far away. But it was your only hope.

Teeth gritted with determination, you shimmied and shuffled on a clothing line. The wind whipped at your hair and clothes. Your muscles screamed with the effort of supporting your weight. But inch by perilous inch, you made progress.

You finally reach the other window. Sending up a silent prayer, you heaved yourself through the opening, tumbling into the unknown apartment beyond.

Who's in the room you just entered?

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