I was sitting in my desk, just being bored. Everything was so boring now that I had nothing to do. Nothing to steal, nothing to do. I'm so rich now; I don't know what to do with the money. I own more than 600 billion restaurants and stores around the world. I decided to be an entrepreneur after my brothers and I broke the trio. I still remember High school, and Middle school, even Elementary was fun. Now I'm a man, I can't go around creating crime. I wouldn't have a motive anymore, the main reason I committed all these crimes was because of money, and respect. I gained both already. I pushed a red button on my desk and my secretary came soon afterwards.

"Hey can you get me a beer please, I need some time to relax for a while." I asked him. He nodded and left my office to go and get me a drink. While he was gone I had some time to think about my brothers. Boomer was now a soccer player, and Butch was in some band. I still talked to both of them. They seemed to be enjoying life. My secretary walked back in carrying an ice cold beer. I was grateful for his services and gave him a small tip of 300 dollars.

"Go buy yourself a chocolate bar." I told him as I passed him the money.

"T-thank you sir." He stuttered.

"Get out before I change my mind." I waved my hand lazily. He quickly departed and shut the door. I sighed out of boredom. I stared at my desk for a while before picking up paper work to sign, and read over. As I was reading the paper work I noticed that there was a letter of complaint from a customer about one of my shops services. I was intrigued by it and began reading it. The letter said:

To: Owner

Type: Complaint

From: Utonium.

Address: 577 Pine Oak Pkwy, Atlanta GA

Dear Owner

I stopped by one of your bookstores yesterday to grab a little midnight literature. I must say you have a fine store, everything is organized and neat. Nearly all of your employees were well mannered and kind. I bet you're probably wondering why I'm writing a letter of complaint then if everything was so perfect. It's because of one specific person. One of your employees was very rude. She insulted me and my line of work. The things she said were not customer friendly, and I felt unwelcome. I'm sure you would love to keep your business alive now wouldn't you? I suggest either hire better people, or double checking resumes, because there is no way that woman could have gotten far educationally. Please mail or email me your response as soon as possible. I take my reading very seriously. I have written my email address on the back of this note.

Sincerely, Utonium.

After reading that letter I saved it in my binder. I would get to that letter later. For the time being I need to read the rest of this crap.

Boomer was at home watching T.V with his dog Haste. He had been sitting on his couch for hours watching other soccer players in their own matches. This was a great way to improve his skills. The old watch and learn tactic. He loved his life. Every once in a while he would get a call from his team mates to celebrate life in general. He was a very fun guy to hang around. As he flipped the channels he noticed a runway show. Now usually he wouldn't care about things as silly as runways. But a tall slim blond girl caught his eye. It was Bubbles. It made him think about the past. He didn't like reliving it too much. Being picked on by his brothers. He was the dumb blond, the Guiney pig. Now he was independent. He still kept in touch with his siblings, but never again would he be taken advantage of. Especially not by some stupid girl like her. He turned off his television, fed his dog, and took a nap.

2 days prior…

I walked into a local bookstore, as I usually when it got dracker outside. My auburn hair was placed in a neat braid, as I approached the building. When I entered I was welcomed by hundreds of books. I loved the feeling I got from buying a new book. It made me feel like I was being reborn. I browsed the collection of books. I love all books, manga, fiction, none-fiction, and even those small baby books. However I preferred fiction. It always made me think about the impossible. Like magic and things of that nature. I finally chose a book and wanted to purchase it. I went up to the cashier.

"Oh if it isn't Blossom Untonium?" I high pitched voice announced as I placed my book on the counter. I rolled my eyes. Of course, Princess just had to work at a book store.

"I'm here to purchase a book not fight." I edged the book towards her. She looked at me then back at the book.

"Hum what a loser, you're what 23 years old and you still read fiction books?" She took a good 5 minutes of my life laughing at me. I sighed and picked decided to leave. I didn't have time for an idiot like Princess to ruin my life. I haven't been sleeping properly for a while now, and she has to add flames to the fire now doesn't she? I won't stand for this. I thought people hit puberty and become mature, not more thoughtless. I'll definitely make sure her boss knows how she treats customers.

How did I do?