kittenofdeath
*Confused screeching*
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There was once a lucrative career in the cards for Terrance Howard, or Terry to his friends, a tall and classically handsome individual, with brown hair and blue eyes, but now as he unlocked the door to his bosses house to drop off her dry cleaning, the future did not look bright. Terry had been in the running for the top job, only to loose it based on seniority to the bitch he worked for now, who in true bitch fashion made him her personal assistant, effectively her slave in the working world. He grumbled, cursing under his breath at the surrounds he found himself in, he was still stuck in a crappy apartment, while she had moved in to his lavish penthouse soon after the promotion, this house should have been his god dammit.
He resisted the urge to just throw the clothes down and storm off, it would only make things worse in the long run, instead he grit his teeth and took them in to her room like she had ordered him to, putting them away in her closet. “God this bitch is boring” he mused to himself as he looked around the room, minimalist design, some sensible art pieces, a quick check of her draws revealed nothing but plain boring underwear “I don't know what I was expecting.” He looked around some more, finding a stack of CDs discreted away in her bedside table “but it wasn't this” it was a stack of self help sleep learning recordings “boring and pathetic.”
He put the CD back and went to relieve himself in her en suite, something she told him not to do, hence his desire to do it. As he was doing his business though an idea formed in his head, a little prank likely to do nothing, harmless really. He went back out to his car and retrieved his laptop, bringing it in to her bedroom and popping the sleep learning CD in to it “the keys to success huh?” he scoffed at it, then set about his task of splicing in an extra line.
“Success earns respect” he began, talking in his best calming voice to mimic the one on the CD “when your subordinates call you by your title they show their respect. If they use your first name then you know you don't deserve respect, otherwise they would show it.” And here was where he should stop, to not go to far “but when you hear your first name, you just cant help but to get hot under the collar, it will feel good, you'll hate the disrespect it brings, but you wont be able to bring yourself to stop them.”
He saved his work and put the CD back and quickly fled the scene of his crime, heading home for a night of worried sleep as he imagined the multitude of ways his prank could backfire. The next day he went in to work, showing up earlier than usual, and sat down at his desk, waiting for his boss to show up so he could see if his prank worked, did nothing, or would be getting him fired.
He resisted the urge to just throw the clothes down and storm off, it would only make things worse in the long run, instead he grit his teeth and took them in to her room like she had ordered him to, putting them away in her closet. “God this bitch is boring” he mused to himself as he looked around the room, minimalist design, some sensible art pieces, a quick check of her draws revealed nothing but plain boring underwear “I don't know what I was expecting.” He looked around some more, finding a stack of CDs discreted away in her bedside table “but it wasn't this” it was a stack of self help sleep learning recordings “boring and pathetic.”
He put the CD back and went to relieve himself in her en suite, something she told him not to do, hence his desire to do it. As he was doing his business though an idea formed in his head, a little prank likely to do nothing, harmless really. He went back out to his car and retrieved his laptop, bringing it in to her bedroom and popping the sleep learning CD in to it “the keys to success huh?” he scoffed at it, then set about his task of splicing in an extra line.
“Success earns respect” he began, talking in his best calming voice to mimic the one on the CD “when your subordinates call you by your title they show their respect. If they use your first name then you know you don't deserve respect, otherwise they would show it.” And here was where he should stop, to not go to far “but when you hear your first name, you just cant help but to get hot under the collar, it will feel good, you'll hate the disrespect it brings, but you wont be able to bring yourself to stop them.”
He saved his work and put the CD back and quickly fled the scene of his crime, heading home for a night of worried sleep as he imagined the multitude of ways his prank could backfire. The next day he went in to work, showing up earlier than usual, and sat down at his desk, waiting for his boss to show up so he could see if his prank worked, did nothing, or would be getting him fired.
