A strange death.

"A man can only be pushed so far."Bradford Craus thought to himself. Craus was a humble businessman sitting, somewhat ironically, on the edge of the roof of the Precipice Hotel and Spa. Down below him he saw people going about their business unaware of his presence. Egotistically he sneered at them. "Forget them. Guys like me either live life in control or take it by force." He thought. "I will be in control of my life, even if that means deciding when to end it. Just one small step or scooch." "Killing oneself  is never easy." Leered a new voice. "Mister Quanthal?" Needled Craus. "Of course it is. Perhaps you expected your mother?" Quanthal asked. "Regardless of my personal feelings towards you, Mr. Craus, I am here to remind you that suicide is in direct violation of your contract. Stipends lost or penalized will be taken directly from your family. That's just the way it is." Uttered Quanthal in an uninterested monotone. "Very well then. We all knew it would come to this. Xerxes!" Yearningly Quanthal said after being met with silence. Zoom went Craus' body as it flew toward the street below.