[ WP ] From birth , you have known you were born to be the protagonist in a story , and you have avoided that happening as best as you can .

*Stop. * 
 
 He walked into the building, shutting the door behind him as he took his coat off, putting it on the rack next to the interns desk. Nodding to the woman, he took a file from off the top of her desk, flipping through it for a moment before sighing, slamming it back down with a silencing thud. 
 
 *I'm serious. * 
 
 Walking towards the elevator, he groaned as he saw that the damned thing was down once again. Taking a left, he took the stairs instead, beginning his ascent to the twenty-forth floor, where his office lay in cold silence, waiting for him to begin his work day, as he does every weekday. 
 
 *I'm not doing this. * 
 
 He passed Martha, one of the secretaries who had recently been promoted and given a raise. She was a bright woman, had a hell of a future ahead of her if she stayed on the straight and narrow. She gave him a big smile as she pulled the black strands of hair out of her glasses. The man did n't even flinch. 
 
 *I'm warning you, stop. * 
 
 Reaching his floor, he took a right, ignoring the woman who called his name from the desk by the elevator. She walked after him for a moment, before stopping as she noticed his sour, unusual mood. Walking into his office, he slammed the door, which caused for a cease in the talking throughout the nearby corridors. 
 
 *I'll do it. * 
 
 The man took off his shoes, pulling open his blinds as stared out into the rainy, cold and windy day. It was certainly a day for staying inside, unless one had an affinity for such wet weather. The man did n't, that was for sure. 
 
 *Last chance. * 
 
 He opened the window, pulling it inwards as his foot collided with the screen, knocking it to the street below. With a deep breath, the man followed, falling each and every story down to the cold, wet pavement below. 
 
 *I warned you. *
