Ona imagined a smaller version of the yellow oval shaped plastic container that held the sweet and sour juice she added to her water daily. If she left it out on accident the sour could become overwhelming, enough to make your lips curl involuntarily. She couldn't imagine why anyone would want to partake in such a flavor. Perhaps people's taste buds were different back then... less sensitive or something. 

A sensor beeped loudly, a red light flashing on the left side of her vision as her and the vehicle next to her seemed to drift a little too close to each other. Perhaps both drivers were distracted. Ona didn't hesitate to grumble and throw up her hand at the guy like it was his fault though. [color=bc8dbf]"Stay in your lane! For fuck sake."[/color]She pushed forward, passing the man quickly before sliding in to the turn lane to pull off the highway and head towards Jewel's home. 

[color=bc8dbf]"Yeah... not a lay off. It was Alphonse Mandeville. They said he had a heart attack."[/color]

There was a slight apprehension to her voice. She hadn't known Mandeville personally, but she'd been part of the review in his hire process. Though it had been several years, the man was relatively young and possessed no known problematic habits. No smoking, no drinking, no dangerous hobbies. No history of substance use. He'd been an exemplary employee. No nearby family, no major connections. His profile suggested that he would be a devoted worker with few distractions; married to his work. 

[color=bc8dbf]"He fell out of his chair during a meeting. They called the paramedics, but he died in the hospital just a few hours later. Unknown heart condition or something."[/color]

Something not picked up during the rigorous testing that was included during the hiring physical. Statistically speaking, Jewel should have dropped dead before this guy. The lack of logic behind it all perturbed her enough to turn her usually serene face to a small scowl.