It was the first time I killed a man. Eventually, we all reach our breaking point. In the ten years I’ve been at this joke of a company, this was my proudest accomplishment. Seeing him squirm in pain, unable to breathe put a smile on my face. Granted, this wasn’t what I had in mind. If it were up to me, I’d shove his disgusting hands into a paper shredder, staple his wandering eyes shut, cut off his dick with scissors, and watch him scream in agony, begging for me to help him. But I had to make it clean and look like an accident, so poison was the next best thing. Plus, I didn’t want his blood on my clothing–that would be a bitch to scrub out.
He was practically asking for it; the inappropriate advances, the groping, and the blatant disrespect for all lady employees–it was only a matter of time before one of us snapped. The worst part about it all? Being the CEO’s son, he knew he was being the ultimate douchebag. He took advantage of his authority because he had job security. As for the rest of us, if we gave off the smallest hint of reporting his behavior, we would be out the door faster than a bullet to his brain. There was no use talking, anyway; they wouldn’t believe “emotional” females over a successful businessman. Why not leave? Because we have kids to feed and bills to pay. The guy was an asshole, but I was still making enough to support my family.
“Earth to Kaitlyn!” a waving hand takes me out of my trance. There he was, standing in front of me with that creepy ass smile. “Are you going to get some work done today? Or perhaps just continue to stare at me lovingly?” He winks.
Ew. Unfortunately, Bryce dying a painful, slow death wasn’t my reality. One day, he will get a taste of karma, but for now, a twisted fantasy will have to do.