"You wanted to see me, Mike?"

I managed to form a coherent sentence in the midst of his vile smelling office. His light pink suit made me want to burst out laughing, but I had to keep my mouth in a tight line so I didn't gag. I was probably going to get fired, so I could laugh at him after that anyway.

"Yes, I did indeed, Isabella. May I first of all ask why there is vomit in my plant?" He said, his face completely serious. A laugh burst out of me but I quickly covered it up with a cough.

"Er..."

"I'm expecting a fuller answer than that, Isabella. You are a journalist. Your whole career depends on words. Yet you cannot answer a simple question? Tut tut." He said, smirking at me, which just made him look like a snail.

"Why are you accusing me of puking in it? There are at least 50 other people in this office." I said, proud of myself.

"Because, in case you can't remember, I have access to all of the CCTV cameras in this building."

Oh.

"Well you see, Mr Newton-" I was turning into such an ass kisser. "I wasn't feeling very well yesterday at all, and the thought of...er, going to get reports about volcanoes gives me the willies."

"I see. So, care to explain your Facebook status to me?" He said, his face growing smugger with every word. I decided then that I couldn't give two shits about this crappy job. I could find work somewhere else. I stood up out of the ratty old chair and put my sternest face on.

"Well, you see Mike, you are a slimy, disgusting fartball that has no respect for anyone or anything that isn't a leggy, whorish blonde who'll have sex with you in this office. I'd say I was surprised that us out there-" I jerked my thumb in the general direction of the cubicles, "-can't hear you going at it, but I'd be lying. Obviously those hoes aren't gonna be pleased by a dick the size of a maggot." I screamed. "Just because us normal people who actually have to work for a living instead of offering our bodies to our boss for a freakin' pay rise, you don't treat us the same? Fuck this job. Seriously, fuck it. You need to grow the fuck up, Mike Newton." I stomped over to the door and slammed it behind me.

Everyone had their heads over the tops of their cubicles, staring silently at me. Someone began to clap slowly, and soon I was receiving a standing ovation. I started laughing, feeling exhilerated. I waved to everyone and made my way towards the exit doors.

"Isabella, wait right there!" Mike's adenoidal voice yelled. I thought I'd finally escaped from it. Obviously not.

He turned to face the whole office. "The winner of the Mount St Helens trip is Tanya Denali!" He announced.

No surprise that that whore won. No-one clapped.

I laughed without humor. This place is a joke. I turned to leave once again before Mike called out for me once again, "Isabella, wait!"

"Why the fuck should I wait? I don't work at this shit hole anymore. I'm fed up of you shoving me and everyone else around. And you can stick that trip right up your-"

"I'm sending you to Florida!" He shouted.

Da fuck?

"What the hell, Mike?"

"I'm sending you to Florida!" He repeated.

"I heard you, dumbass. I have ears. I don't know what the fuck you mean."

"You wanted respect, so you got it. There's been UFO sightings and extra-terrestrial activity going on in Florida. I was going to ask someone to go there and cover for us, but seeing as you wanted something, you can have this." He said, like he was giving me the chance of a lifetime.

"No, Mike." I said, like I was explaining something to a two year old. "I didn't ask to be sent away on a fancy fucking trip. I asked for respect. And for you to fucking clean your office, it smells like a whore house. Probably is, mind you."

"I'm going to ignore those last comments. Isabella-"

"My name is Bella. It has been for the last four fucking years."

"Bella, please go to Florida for me?"

"For you? Ha. That's the funniest thing since...well, since you bought that suit. You look like a giant blob of cotton candy."

"Isabella-"

"Bella!"

"Bella, you have until the end of this week to come back to my office and tell me if you are going or not." I just snorted. Who did he think he was?

I turned to smile at the spectators we had gathered and walked the fuck out of there.

Dun dun dun...!

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