Chase walks through the halls of his own cubicle domain with the residue of a 5mL energy drink still lingering on his soul patch and a few chugs of his $1.99 drive through coffee present in his breath. Talking into his earpiece, “Look it’s a buyer’s market Ben, something your Dad should’ve taught you but… hold on real quick” this place is hell and you are eternally damned.
Chase squeezes his soul patch in-between the bottom of his secretary’s ear and the back of her neck, “I could take you, I could do to you whatever the fuck I want.”
Sharon giggles and plays with her hair in response. Chase continues ,“If I killed you no one would know, I would cut you into little pieces and then rape those pieces, it would be slow and painful and I would get away with it too because I’m God and you’re just a little imp… hold on.”
He turns his attention momentarily to his earpiece, “No Ben, I’m not talking to you, I’m in a meeting, let me put you on hold for a minute…”
Chase forcefully yet fatherly cranes his coworker’s neck up to him. Their eyes lock “I’m going to cut you open like the pig you are you fucking swine. I’m going to kill you and wear your skin but before that I’m going to make you suffer, I’m going to do all kinds of sick shit to you fucking imp, IMP!”
Chase wipes sweat off of his brow before sliding thin lengths of hair back over his bald spot.
The regional overseer of financial profit reports walks away from the secretary’s desk and
continues on his conversation with his earpiece “No I was being stern, sometimes you have to be stern, tough love! Were you raised by a single mother?”
Sharon turns to her confused coworkers who witnessed the entire ordeal “He’s joking, it’s okay! He’s gay!” as she giggles and wipes Chase’s spit off of the side of her face,
“He is just too much!”