Resting spiritlessly against the brick wall of an empty alleyway, sat a bedraggled looking man. In his left hand was an empty beer bottle, and on the other a pink slip of paper. His eyes were red and swollen, and you could see lines of tears trailing down his face. 

“Shit h-how could they...hiccup...do this t-to me. “ 

“I spent t-ten years of my life t-toiling under th-their thumb, and the..they have t-the gal to screw me over like this!?” He whined pitifully, stammering with each word, as he stared lifelessly at the unforgiving ground below him. 

His name is Stark, and at first glance some might readily label him, as nothing more than a homeless drunk, due to his rather disheveled state. But, they would be wrong for judging so quickly.  

Stark is a 31-year-old man, who up until now, had been working as a mid-level accountant for a large financing firm called Highrise. His job was extremely demanding, and often times he would find himself spending much of his weekend laboring under mountains of paperwork. 

Of course, all that would have been fine, if it wasn’t for his B**** of a manager. 

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Ptui. I spat. 

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Just thinking about her makes my blood boil. I sincerely hope you die in a house fire Melisa. 

Melisa was the name of my former manager. She was a cruel tyrannical b****. Who loved to lord over others, and would often pick on me every chance she got. Whenever I did not complete a task to her liking, she would curse at me loudly, in front of all our other colleagues. 

Kugh  

I really hated those moments. The haunting humiliation. The sick pleasure I saw written on all over her face, as she tore me down, and watched me squirm uncomfortably in front of everybody. 

And it was always only me who got picked on, nobody else.  

Even now, I’m still not sure why she hated me so much. 

I once tried to file a complaint against her, to the head of human resources. Citing several occurrences, where she blatantly and unfairly antagonized me.  

Unfortunately, it seemed that my words fell on deaf ears. As, she was never punished once for her actions. It didn’t even seem like they tried to talk to her about it.  

For a long time, I had wondered why the company never reprimanded her, and in fact why it seemed like they were purposefully shielding her. That was until one unfortunate incident.