The words flowed onto the screen from his fingers as he frantically tried to complete his report on the daily stock increase. The blinds were shut, and the lights were off in Jake's home away from home. The only source of light was coming from his laptop screen and a stream of light pouring out from the crack underneath the door. The muffled sound of chitchat and laughter came from the other side of the door.
             "Idiots," Jake mumbled under his breath. "They're all useless idiots. How do they plan on getting any work done when all they do is socialize?"
             Just then, his watch beeped twice. Four o'clock, time to wrap it up. Jake clicked "Save," and with a desperate sigh, he closed the lid to his laptop. He rose as he opened up his briefcase and placed the computer inside. Jake shuffled quickly out of his office, closing and locking the door. He sauntered past his co-workers without an acknowledgement or a glance. They all ignored him anyways, knowing not to bother.
             As he stepped outside, the cool, crisp breeze reminded him that it was autumn. The honking of the cars erupted in his ears, and there was hardly enough room for him on the sidewalk as he bustled along. Jake walked to his usual corner, and whistled for a cab. After a couple of minutes a cab pulled up beside him.
             "68 Younge Street please, and I'm in a hurry so step on it!" Jake directed. The cab driver looked up at him the rear-view mirror and nodded solemnly. Jake took out his calendar and sifted through it, seeing what he had planned for tonight.
             "Jaimie! JAIMIE!! What are you doing?!" Mary-Ann screamed at her nine year old daughter as she dashed across Younge Street to fetch her drawing. Mary-Ann darted after her, anxiously trying to catch up.
             Jake shot up at the sound of screeching tires and a little girl's shriek. The taxi came to an abrupt stop along with many other cars around them, and the dri...