Work Location: Literally My Grave

Summary

I sat in the driver's seat as the GPS chimed, "You've arrived at Northpoint Corp. Check-in successful."

I looked up.

Graves. Nothing but graves.

My phone buzzed. My boss tagged me in the group chat:

[Zane Zander, system says you checked in ten minutes ago. Where the hell are you? The whole company's waiting. Learned how to spoof your GPS to slack off?]

Cold sweat slid down my back.

I stared at the fresh headstone outside my window.

My photo was on it.

My hands shook. I tried to send my boss a video—no signal. Just dead bars.

No service.

So how did I check in?

Worse—