The eyes of the magnifying glass, and with the sleuth of circumstance, and the reality too murder.  On June 18, 1977, the air was heavy with humidity, and the sun beamed radiant energy, along with rumors of pending layoffs that were spreading like wild fires into a telestar effect. The procedure called for the Vice President of Human Resources known as Mary Contagious, who would be calling various associates on the phone, and asking them to come to her office, and the Thor hammer as an ax in departure of those associates at Stacy’s. That night, there was a gloom in the air, as no moon nor the stars were present. In fact, the clouds seemed to forecast, unsettled virtues.

June 19.1977, the next day, as heavy dark clouds seemed to hover One Hazard Plaza, it was a heart felt eerie feeling that lightening was about too strike. At precisely 9:00 am on the dot, and the thunder could be heard, as the pending rumored layoffs became the truth in operation. The first associate laid off was Susan Mark, and who had  been a buyer for Stacy’s of her 25 year career. You could since the tears of emotion, as the rug had been pulled from underneath.

It had a boomerang effect, as associate upon associate, and finally reaching various departments in termination. The account of the whole saga, the Department Vice President, Managers and the entire staff were let go in one chapter.

Quite before the ranging storm, Joe Scarface, vowed to come back, and murder Ms. Contagious. You see, he was one of the Managers laid off along with the Vice President of his area including his staff. The earth seemed like it was spinning in a spiral, and Mr. Scarface had kept his word, just like a promise too a child. He entered the 8th Floor ever so carfefully, and the first associate shot was the Receptionist, and through the corridors, and more associates were shot dead. The walls and floors were covered in blood in a pool. Ms. Contagious of Human Resources was also murdered. The alarm had went off, but was it too late?

The police was summoned, but it was too late, as Mr. Scarface had escaped. He took too the elevator in a swiftness too the roof, with an awaiting helicopter for his getaway. By the time the police reached the roof, Scarface’s helicopter was airborne. The police wasted no time in tracking down the murderer’s helicopter, and was in hot pursuit on land, air and the waterways. Shots rang out between the two helicopters, while citizens below were ducking for cover from the ordeal. The murderer’s helicopter were attempting to dodge from the police helicopter, but were confronted with a multitude of several police helicopters. The heat was on in the air. Scarface’s only escape, ditch into the Hudson River. However, Scarface and the Helicopter operator were subdued in the water by the water patrol ,and the splash of justice, and dry land of jail time was in order for Mr. Scarface, and the fly boy of the helicopter.

Now Mr. Joe Scarface will have time to think about the wounds he has created, and how a band aid won’t remedy the blood that has been quince.

The smoke has cleared, but the ashes of remain are in the horizon.

The storm has passed, and the sun is returning from among the clouds. You can’t change the past, but we can live again in the present, and the eye on the new day with reference with occurrence, and remembrance of yesterday.