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Alan exhaled loudly through his nostrils. These corporate meetings were so inane. Always the same...an upper structure fat cat droning on and on about the same figures, the same challenges, the same productivity levels.
They knew nothing of the world he'd recently submersed himself in. If he didn't commit, one way or another, it would soon blow down like a house of cards.
It had been pretty exciting, at first; playing the clean-cut stock profile manager by day, and the seedy underworld con artist by night.
Things had recently taken a turn, though. He found himself lured more deeply in to the darkness of it, while finding his 'normal', daily life nearly intolerable. He'd started fantasizing about the things he could do to his co-workers. Blackmail Steven in sales, over his adultery? Rob Mike's house while he was on his lunch hour? Or, perhaps the most obvious of them all...insider trading.
After a glance at the clock on the wall, the fat cat finally decided to end the meeting. As people began filing out of the room, Alan collected his notes and passed by, extending his hand toward his boss.
"Excellent speech!" Alan exclaimed with a smile plastered to his face. "Very inspiring, sir!!"
Fat Cat grinned. An easily stroked ego.
As Alan exited the meeting room, he wondered how long it would be before the bastard realized his wallet was missing. |
