Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

It was late.

Oliver straightened his shirt as he checked his watch one last time. He didn’t like working overtime, but recent cutbacks in the company meant he now had the workload of three employees on his shoulders. It wasn’t by any means fair, but he was hardly in a position to complain. After all, he was just a lowly intern, working off a mediocre wage and just barely scraping by in a dingy apartment in the city.
He loved Dublin - it was quaint, beautiful and had that old charm that modern cities were often lacking these days. He didn’t regret moving here one bit.
Although with the way things were going, he might not have a job by the end of the month. Some of the company’s ‘highly confidential’ notes were stolen this morning. Among those included the draft for next month’s headlining article piece. Rumour had it their rival company - ‘Sapphire’ decided to send some unsuspecting underling to steal the article. Either way, it was still going to be a huge loss to the company. His boss, forever running around like a headless chicken was unable to come up with a good contingency plan, and instead ran around barking useless orders at various interns and secretaries.

Oliver yawned. It was late, and by the time he got home it would be past midnight. He silently swore at himself for working with a company with so much drama. But how was he to know ? He pretty much just grabbed the first job he could find. At least he was getting paid. But first things first, he had to get home and then get to bed. He’ll deal with all the other problems tomorrow.