The clock chimed a lonely, mournful tone.  It was midnight again.  Time passed too quickly.  Turning off the computer, Samuel Baker sighed as he rose from the president's desk at Hansen Enterprises.  Eighteen hour days were becoming increasingly commonplace since he had taken over his father's company.  No one was in the office or the hallway to see him stride through to the elevator.  Samuel's eyes drifted closed after he called the elevator till it arrived.  His employees wouldn't believe it if they saw him at the end of the day.  The overconfident persona he had carefully cultivated fell away like a mirage after the office emptied each day. 

The black luxury sedan was a welcome sight.  Muscles that had begun to tense before six that morning began to unknot.  The cheerful beep of the alarm was followed by a loud crash and even louder silence.  At a jog, Samuel followed the noise to find an unconscious woman lying ahead of the car, blood oozing from her hairline.