The morning was advancing like any other, every so often Tom would come and go with a big pile of photocopies, Martha was struggling on the computer. A very common routine... well, not everyone had the same luck...
Bring me a detailed report for the end of the day That damn slut was a screwdriver that kept jacking her head without stopping, Erik had to restrain himself more than a dog with rabies. When she returned to her office he let out a deep sigh. Problems in paradise, love? Screw you Rick... Here lay one of his closest colleagues, loved by him, Rick was a few years older but that didn't take away from the fact that they were good friends. Something characteristic of his was making jokes to annoy especially Erik. Is anyone in a bad mood? Haha! Why don't you ask your wife? The man with an attitude looked at how his work and drinking companion clearly flipped him off with a big scrunched up smile. Both let out some laughter to get back to work. When one is having fun (according to some people) time passes faster than usual, before you know it the sun had already set on the distant horizon. He turned off the computer to take his coat, everyone else had left and he was about to do the same. He headed towards the elevator but just as he was about to enter something stopped him. He turned calmly to see the person he least wanted to see at this moment: His boss was standing in front of him. Oh Philips, you can't leave today. You'll have to stay for a few extra hours She said those words like it was the most common thing in the world, his face was all a badly written poem... Was that slut screwing him? That was too much. He clenched his jaw as he watched her adjust her glasses. E-Eh... wait a second boss. Don't you think it's a bit... Uh... He tried to find the right words to ask for an explanation in a more polite and comprehensible way, Erik now didn't know if God hated him or... This same guy sent a demon to ruin his life. 'Do you have reduced neurons? It's very simple to understand. YOU will stay here all night, what else is there to understand?' He spoke with disdain and no empathy, those thick lips moved with each of his words, Erik knew from the mouths of his colleagues that this woman currently had 35 years old and without some pretender or current partner. That meant nothing to him, he could throw her off the highest bridge. 'But...' 'Are you a child complaining when they don't fulfill your whim?! Grow up a bit Philips...' His anger began to seep in, she simply passed by his side leaving a good view of that damn fat ass that involuntarily excited the kid. He selected the floor and the metal doors closed in front of his nose, Erik gave a kick to the metal door with pure contained rage. 'Damn foxy of shit.....!' This is going to be a long night ....... End of the second part.
Bring me a detailed report for the end of the day That damn slut was a screwdriver that kept jacking her head without stopping, Erik had to restrain himself more than a dog with rabies. When she returned to her office he let out a deep sigh. Problems in paradise, love? Screw you Rick... Here lay one of his closest colleagues, loved by him, Rick was a few years older but that didn't take away from the fact that they were good friends. Something characteristic of his was making jokes to annoy especially Erik. Is anyone in a bad mood? Haha! Why don't you ask your wife? The man with an attitude looked at how his work and drinking companion clearly flipped him off with a big scrunched up smile. Both let out some laughter to get back to work. When one is having fun (according to some people) time passes faster than usual, before you know it the sun had already set on the distant horizon. He turned off the computer to take his coat, everyone else had left and he was about to do the same. He headed towards the elevator but just as he was about to enter something stopped him. He turned calmly to see the person he least wanted to see at this moment: His boss was standing in front of him. Oh Philips, you can't leave today. You'll have to stay for a few extra hours She said those words like it was the most common thing in the world, his face was all a badly written poem... Was that slut screwing him? That was too much. He clenched his jaw as he watched her adjust her glasses. E-Eh... wait a second boss. Don't you think it's a bit... Uh... He tried to find the right words to ask for an explanation in a more polite and comprehensible way, Erik now didn't know if God hated him or... This same guy sent a demon to ruin his life. 'Do you have reduced neurons? It's very simple to understand. YOU will stay here all night, what else is there to understand?' He spoke with disdain and no empathy, those thick lips moved with each of his words, Erik knew from the mouths of his colleagues that this woman currently had 35 years old and without some pretender or current partner. That meant nothing to him, he could throw her off the highest bridge. 'But...' 'Are you a child complaining when they don't fulfill your whim?! Grow up a bit Philips...' His anger began to seep in, she simply passed by his side leaving a good view of that damn fat ass that involuntarily excited the kid. He selected the floor and the metal doors closed in front of his nose, Erik gave a kick to the metal door with pure contained rage. 'Damn foxy of shit.....!' This is going to be a long night ....... End of the second part.
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