I Just Clocked In, Why Did My Bullying Coworkers Die?

I was about to be late for work when Irene James, the supervisor who'd framed me for stealing my old company's R&D, called:

"Clara Henson, where are you? Are you at the office?"

"Do not clock in. You hear me? You cannot clock in!"

I froze. "Why?"

She was shaking all over, her face wild with terror.

"Because... the second you clock in, I die."

I snapped at her that she was insane and hung up. She kept blowing up my phone:

"Don't clock in! Whatever you do, do not clock in! I'm coming right now, just don't clock in!"

I couldn't even.