The commissioner's body kept twitching, he was continually vomiting blood, his neck formed an exaggerated and twisted angle with his body.
There was a buzzing in his ears, and a faint voice of a man cursing angrily could be heard.
In his mind, he recalled the model that the company's cleaner removed when he left, which he saw as a kind of intimidation.
Turns out, it wasn't a model!
He suddenly realized this. He didn't want to die.
Everything from the past flashed before him like a carousel, he remembered the first time he followed the company's rules and mercilessly expelled the "master" who taught him how to work in the company.
He thought of the smiles people had when facing him, and the curses and mockery behind his back.
He thought of those who cursed him as a running dog, saying he wouldn't come to a good end, and this moment!
Maybe from the beginning, his fate was decided, he thought!
