[ WP ] : You do n't remember what you do for a living . Literally . You black out for 8 hours 5 days a week and a paycheck appears once per month .

`` Hey Phil, I just received another one of those paycheques. ``, Dave sighed. 
 
 Dave Follière had been receiving mysterious paycheques, every week, for the past 6 months. At first he had thought they were sent to his address by mistake, however, when attempting to contact the business listed on the cheques, he was surprised to find it was a shell-corporation. 
 
 `` That's insane man! What the hell... Are you sure you do n't remember anything from today either? ``, Phil exclaimed. 
 
 Today was a Wednesday. The cheques always came in on Wednesdays. Dave had installed a security camera after a two months of receiving the cheques, but they were broken by some mystery guy, wearing a black suit, and a black derby hat, covering his face from the camera. 
 
 Aside from the mystery paycheques, Dave felt he had a much bigger problem. Every weekday, Dave would wake up, do his morning routine and then... Well, he did n't quite know what he would do then. He'd blackout whenever he finished breakfast, and regain consciousness around 5.30, casually sitting on his sofa. 
 
 `` I do n't remember a single thing... Hey, did n't you say you have the day off tomorrow?'' 
 
 `` I sure did, why?'' 
 
 `` I have an idea. Come over tomorrow morning before 8am. That way we can find out what happens to me every morning.'' 
 
 Dave had tried finding out what was wrong with him before, but every time he went to the hospital to get himself checked out, he'd blackout and wake up in his bed. 
 
 `` Sounds like a plan, I'll be there around 7.30am. Do n't forget to set your alarm!'' Phil joked. 
 
 `` Haha, I sure will. See ya, mate!'' 
 
 `` Cheers!'' 
 
 Dave hung up the phone. Tomorrow he will finally know whatever it is he does when he blacks out. 
 
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 Dave woke up from his alarm. Normally he'd hate the darn this, but today was different. In less than an hour Phil would be outside, and they would finally find out what Dave was doing during working hours. 
 
 He rushed downstairs to make himself a cup of coffee. He would need the extra energy, he figured. Once he finished his coffee and had read `` The Times'', it was almost 7.30. Dave slowly stood up, stretchin himself as he reached his full height. He was just placing the dirty dished in the sink, when the doorbell rang. 
 
 Dave ran to the door to go and greet Phil. He opened the door smiling. `` Hey man wha...''. Dave fell silent. In front of him stood not his friend Phil, but a completely unknown men. 
 
 The man, probably late forties, was wearing a black suit and a black hat. He his was messy with more than a few shades of grey in it. Dave could only look at the man in horror, as he recognised the man who'd wrecked his camera's and brought him the paycheques. Despite the clear look of horror on Dave's face, the man was smiling a gentle smile at Dave. 
 
 The man spoke. `` Hello Dave, I'm agent K, your colleague.
