The Third Shift

Everyone thinks the building is empty after midnight.
> It's not.
> Working the third shift means cold coffee, flickering lights, and the kind of silence that feels heavy. You file papers no one will read, watch a city that never looks back, and wait for 6 AM to come.
> But on this night, at exactly 3:00 AM, the silence breaks.
> Some jobs pay you to stay awake. This one makes you wish you hadn't.
> A short story about the hours nobody wants, and what happens in them.