Every Time I Clock In, Someone Dies

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

"Everard Gilbert, where are you? Are you at the office?"

"Don't clock in. You hear me? You can't clock in!"

I froze. "Why."

He was shaking all over, terror written across his face.

"Because... the second you clock in, I'm going to die."

I swore at him, called him crazy, and hung up. But the messages kept coming:

"Don't clock in! Whatever you do, don't clock in! I'm on my way, just don't clock in!"

I couldn't even deal with it.