I stared blankly at my computer screen with my fingers poised over the keyboard. My mind was devoid of all thought and my screen was empty of any words. It was a problem seeing as my supervisor needed this report by the time I went home today which is in, I glanced at my cheap plastic watch, only 20 minutes.

    Dropping my idle hands to my lap, I sighed. If I was late on another report I’d no doubt get fired. It wasn’t such a big deal seeing as I had other sources of income but this job served me well over the years and it would be… inconvenient to lose it. Although, I was getting incredibly fed up with the raging sycophant that I worked for..

    I glared at the screen with squinted eyes, willing the report to write itself. I’d much rather be out on the town looking for my next target. Some fat, complacent, rich bastard who takes his money for granted and is just waiting for me to come along and redistribute it into my own swiss bank accounts.

    “Lena.”

    I jumped in surprise at the voice that spoke from over my cubicle divider. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. It was the sycophant. His comb over was especially hideous today and his greasy face was extra shiny.

    “Hey there Charley. I see you finally managed to pull your head out of the CEO’s backside. You didn’t have to pay me a visit, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today.” I returned my gaze to the screen and began typing nonsense hoping he’d go away if it looked like I was doing something.

    “Ha ha, very funny.” He said.

    “Speaking of shit, you have a little something on your nose. Its some sort of brown smudge. I’d go wash that off if I was you.”

    I glanced at him when he didn’t reply. This wasn’t how the game went. Usually I insult, he insults, I insult again then he gets angry and stomps away.

I glanced at him. Why did he look so...happy? I squinted in suspicion.

“Mr. Connely wants to see you in his office.” He smirked at me.

    “...The CEO? Why?” I asked.

    “Hell if I know, but he looked angry. Real angry. I’d probably start packing if I was you.” He said with a shrug. There was a bounce in his step as he sauntered away.

    Jackass.

    I swung back to my computer screen. I had written out the lyrics for the song ‘I’ll make a man out of you’ from the disney movie mulan but still had nothing for my report. With a sigh I pushed away from my desk, stretching as I stood up.

    The elevator ride to the top floor of the building was uneventful but I did make up a cheery tune to the generic elevator music. When the doors opened I smiled at Janet, Mr. Connely’s secretary as she typed away behind her desk. Looking awfully like I do when I’m pretending to work.

    “Hello Janet. I was told Mr. Connely wanted to see me?”

    “Yes, of course Lena. Go right in he’s expecting you.” She only looked up for a second before going back to what I guessed was a riveting game of solitaire.

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    I stopped outside the double doors that led to his office. Taking a deep breath I straightened my suit jacket and smoothed out my skirt before pushing open both the doors.

    Mr. Connely stood in front of his desk leaning on it slightly with his arms crossed. His black hair was smoothed back professionally and he wore a perfectly tailored black armani suit. But what stood out most about him were his eyes. They were so black you couldn’t differentiate pupil from iris and his gaze was deeper than the darkest depths of the ocean.

    In other words the man was exactly my type in the looks department. To bad he’s rich which means he’s most likely a snob and if there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s a rich snob that I can’t fleece. I try not to go after the unnecessarily smart ones you see. Stupid and rich is a con woman’s dream!

    “You asked to see me Mr. Connely?” I asked sweetly.

    “Yes. I’ve been looking over your records since you’ve worked here and I must say it’s subpar. You rarely turn in your assignments on time and when you do they are poorly written and unorganized. Honestly I’m wondering how you’ve managed to continue working here all this time. The last proposal I received from you pertaining to the plot of the new rpg game we’re planning to release was cliche and uninspired.” He frowned at me.

    “Now wait just a minute!” I said angrily, “I may have trouble writing my reports sometimes but I always do my work properly! I organize the data according to the criteria you set! Also the plot proposal i submitted was one hundred percent original and interesting. Who ever heard of a anthropomorphic cat teaming up with a sentient pair of glasses to become the greatest alchemist in order to defeat the evil gerbil demon lord?! No one, that’s who!”

    I ended up glaring at him and pointing my finger, making fierce poking gestures toward him. This may not be a job I need but when someone insults something I work extremely hard on even I’ll get pissed!

    “Then what is this?” He threw a folder of papers at me that I managed to catch somehow.

    I flipped open the folder and read some of the papers inside. My confusion and anger only grew.

    “This isn’t mine!” I looked up at him angrily and threw the folder back. “You made a mistake.”

    I crossed my arms and glared at him.

    “I don’t make mistakes.” He glared right back.

    I scoffed at his arrogance, “Then someone that works for you made a mistake cause those aren’t mi-” I stopped mid sentence as an idea formed in my head, my eyes widened in surprise. He wouldn’t… would he?

    “Do you have the folder for Charley Parne on your desk?” I asked.

    “I have the folders for all of my employees right here.” He gestured beside his desk where a stack of boxes stood, “Why do you want Parnes?” He walked over and searched through a pile of folders on his desk. He grabbed a file and perused it for a bit. “His work is high quality. Organized and well written with a bit of sarcastic flair that’s refreshing considering how boring most of these papers are...Hmm his most recent plot proposal is very similar to what you just described.”

    “Can I just see it please?” I held my hand out.

    He closed the folder and rubbed his chin with a frown.

    “I really shouldn’t show you this…”

    I ran forward and snatched the folder out of his hand.

    “Hey!” He made a grab for it but I danced away while reading it.

    “That bastard!” I yelled, “This is MY work! These are my reports and my ideas! He stole my fucking work! I bet he replaced mine with his own. I always knew he was a low down dirty sonnovabitch that didn’t know the difference between shampoo and grease but I never thought he’d sink this low. That pompous son of a shit eating nazi!”

    I stood there breathing heavily and clutching the papers angry as a hornet. My boss looked utterly shocked yet amused at the same time.

    “Are you sure? That’s quite an accusation.”

    “Feel free to look at my computer. I always save everything I write. Now if you’ll excuse me,” I threw the folders onto his desk, they were slightly crinkled from my angry grip, “I have a sycophantic asshat to punch in the face with a keyboard.”

    “I’m sending someone down to verify your story. If it’s true then I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that last part.”

    I ignored Janet when she wished me a good day and muttered profanities the entire elevator ride.

    As soon as the doors opened with a ding I was stomping across the carpeted floor straight to Charley’s office. I threw open the door and smirked at his shocked face. I marched right up to him, grabbed his keyboard off the desk and smacked him across the face. Then I silently marched right back out grabbed my purse and left the building. As I was leaving I heard laughter, cheering, and loud clapping. My lips tilted up in a satisfied smile.