𝖛 𝖎 𝖔 𝖑 𝖆

One

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Another gloomy day in the busy city of Brooklyn, New York. The aftermath of the treacherous thunderstorm caused every citizen walking the flooded street to step unknowingly into a puddle below them. Many were upset about it, and even swore at the ground. But I, on the other hand, just didn't give a damn. I was late for work once again, and prepared for whole lot of lip from my nagging boss. The mere sight of him makes me want to throw my insides away, not to mention that he was a known pervert. I pray for the day that he croaked or resigned or something at least.

After twenty minutes of walking to my office building, I took the elevator as always and headed to my floor, which was the third. To my surprise, my boss wasn't in my face about being tardy. In fact, I didn't see him anywhere. I took advantage of the moment of peace and got to my cubicle, started my computer, and opened to the section I was working on yesterday. Now I had to do was find my balance sheet, without that, I'd probably get fired. "Where in the hell is it?" I groaned in annoyance.

"Looking for this?" a rusty, heavily breathed voice said above me. I slowly looked up to find the face of my boss, looking down at me. He had sweat beads oozing from his face and looked as if Muhammad Ali and Mike Tyson did a few rounds on him. As if he wasn't already unattractive. "Um, yes. Thank you, sir." I nervously thanked him and tried to take the paper from his hands. He didn't budge not one bit. I kept tugging and tugging until the paper eventually ripped into two pieces.

"What in the he-" started to say, but stopped mid sentence when his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I thought it was some sort of joke, until he slowly tumbled down to the space in front of me. His weight made a loud thud, causing everyone in a cubicle space pop their head out to see what caused the commotion. One woman, who I've seen around work but never bothered to talk to yelled out loud, "Someone call 9-1-1!" Everyone looked at me, waiting for me to do something, because his body was right at the tip of my feet. I guess they would have to wait until retirement, because I'm not doing shit.