Quench Water Bottles: A Short Story

I looked out the window of my office, gazing at the great city of Chicago spread out before me. I had risen quickly through the ranks of Quench Water Bottles, and now occupied the position of assistant CEO. That was pretty good, for only 24. I looked down at my computer screen. An email had just come in from the CEO, Jackson Swoland. I opened it. “Report to my office immediately. Urgent.- Jackson Swoland” I jumped up and headed out the door. I knocked my fist against the hard wooden door of the CEO’s office. My knock was answered immediately by a voice I recognized as Jackson Swoland’s. “Come in.”
I opened the door and walked in. I scanned the office and saw that I was not the only one who had been called in. Sitting in
Apparently, I was not the only one who had thought that this was just a routine check on the company’s statistics.
“The government has recently contacted me on a matter of importance,” Swoland said. He had everyone’s rapt attention now. If the government was getting involved, this had to be big.
“As you may know, the world has been dealing with the problems involved with over population for some time now. The government had asked us to help them… Well… keep it under control.” The CEO fidgeted nervously while he said this. I saw looks of confusion on people's’ faces over the room. ‘What was he getting at?’ I thought.
“In other words,” Swoland continued, see the confused faces, “The government has asked us to poison some of our water bottles to keep the population down.” The CEO stated bluntly. ‘What?! How can he even think of murdering all those people?” I thought, thoroughly horrified by the suggestion.
“They want us to kill innocent people? How can we even consider doing that?” A young head of office burst out, his passion evident on his fiery face. “That’s despicable.” Swoland looked at him with
I looked at the clock. It was only 8:00. I still had 5 hours left. I went into my black and white themed bedroom and set my phone alarm for 12:25. That would give me enough time to get all my things in order and drive the 15 minutes to the factory. I should arrive there right on time. I looked around my bedroom, suddenly resenting the lack of comforting colors. I have to admit, I was scared. I was starting the most important night of my life. Who wouldn’t be a little freaked out? With that thought in my head, I lay down, trying to get a little rest before I went and blew stuff