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My name is Sarah. I have the job of a computer creator. Well, that's what I call it. I make computers, brainstorm on how to make them better, and add more software to them. I'm lucky to even be telling my story. I'm at the detective's office in downtown Berlin. It's been one month since I have been released from the hospital. I am back with my boyfriend, Fred, who is about the only one I can turn to other than my doctor. I don't want to be here. The yellow walls remind me of those in my office. The mahogany desk, with its green sticky notes, black pen container, navy-blue computer and keyboard remind me of my desk. I sit in the red waiting chair waiting for the head detective, Mrs. Ling. She immigrated here from Japan. The only reason I am here is because of that little office. About five minutes later she comes in. She is wearing a white coat lined with rabbit fur on the inside. She wears a matching white hat. Her long curly black hair bounces with every step her black Mary Jane pumps make. She has a pad of white lined paper in her hand. Another reason why I'm here is because of murder.
This is only what I can tell her. My doctor advised to stay away until five months after the murder but my friends and co-workers were in there and I just can't abandon them like that. I want to find out who murdered them. Everyone says it's an accident but I don't believe it. Mrs. Ling will find who did this.
It was a Friday morning. I got up to go to work like I always do. I have to be at work by 7:00 and I always get up at 6:00 to get ready. I got up at the usual time, took a shower, put my clothes and makeup on, had breakfast, call Fred to say goodbye, and then I was out the door. It takes me 15 minutes to get there. There was some traffic but when I got to the office, I thought it was quite odd that the parking lot was full on a Friday morning. My office is stationed in a huge 4-story building. Each level specializes in something different. I am on level 2. Even though it's a big building, the parking lot isn't usually full. When I stepped inside, I swiped my card at the door that leads to the elevator for workers only. This elevator leads to the "building areas" where each computer is put together. I ride up to level 2 to my office. Other than my house, my office reminds me of home.
The yellow walls with my desk in the corner and chairs help me to feel safe. I sit down at my desk, when my friend, Julie comes in. She has red hair that sparkles in the sun when we go outside for lunch break. She was wearing a black skirt with a white blouse. She is one of my best friends and co-workers. "What is going on today, why are there so many cars in the parking lot?" I ask. She replies, "The internet was down this morning and we needed everyone to come in and fix it." "How come I wasn't called in?" I ask. "Because it was just everyone on levels 1, 3, & 4." We sigh. Level 2 isn't usually called in for a problem but we all want to be part of something bigger. "Is the internet back up?" "Yes."
Well that was one good thing that came out of that at least. The day started out as it usually does but something didn't feel right. The internet kept going on and off. I had only seen one woman that day. She had an idea on something we could use in our new computer. Julie and I went out for lunch at 12:00 like we usually do. We start to walk back in when it happened. The whole building exploded.
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