Bosses Fate
Maxwell Lord is everything; he is a boss whom you never want to fuck with, but he hated me from day one. He is a dick benefitting from a father who used to be the head of the company until he passed away last week.
He is ordering me to his top-tier main office, twelve floors over mine, and I enter the space angrily. The door slams behind me in one loud clap as I walk into the room and take slow steps on my way to him.
“You are fired! Get the hell out of here.” He shouts at me, my eyes close, and the rage rises past me. I grin, opening my eyes as they glow red, shooting into his eyes. His mind reshapes him, and it is reshaping into a brand-new persona.
He collapses to the floor in a big pile of flesh, flopping till he goes into a coma-like state and laughs. Nothing matters to me more than getting revenge on that massive amount of his body on the floor.
Leaping up, I rush behind his desk, taking a seat. I tap the space key and type out a perfectly primed letter, hitting go. The entirety of the office hears a ping with a resounding sound shaking everyone, and they all race out and go home.
I may be short of height and small of frame, but I am in absolute control of this situation , I walk to the door and click it shut. Stroll to the window, closing the white blinds; the room dimly descends into darkness, and I overtake him.
“Fired! Hilarious boss!” I say, kneeling down to face him.
“What a waste of mind in this body? I swear I'm feeling him up.
“You could be doing life and work tremendously well," I lean in whispering.
“You will be compelled to obey and love me.” I lift my finger, snapping all of my fingers back into reality.
"Yes, I will obey and compellingly love you.” He says robotically.
“Rise to your feet.” Instructing him lightly.
"Yes, Master Lawrence," he says.
“Obediently restart.” I say a simple snap.
“What the…time is spinning back….ugh.” He faints again.
“You are fired.” He regains his consciousness and sits up.
“Hell no!” I say softly.
"Listen, you little runt….” He blurts out and then stops when he sees me.
“Little runt?” I question him about hitting the command.
“Sorry Master… I apologize.” He says, bouncing upward.
"Kneel, bitch!” I add that he crumbles to his knees.
"Yes, Master Lawrence," he says in this weak tone.
“Will you serve me?” He smiles a big, pleading smile at me, and your hands raise up in praise.
“Sir, yes, sir," he says in that mountain of a suit.
The end
