Thread: Creative Business (Houdini x Atzura)

Salvage value huh... alright. Gimmie a little while to calculate this. He then pushed himself back to his cubicle and took a coffee from a co-worker who had gone out to buy some for the department. I really don't give a shit where you are from, what the hell's between your legs, or who or what you fuck at night... as long as you get work done, we'll be in good terms. HOWEVER, you've been making mistakes all over. Miller, your last ad was missing a letter. Missing a motherfucking letter! This isn't a high school newsletter, we are professionals. You stupid... She paused, We had to recall the entire batch, wasting our money and our time to fix your piece of shit problem. Sullivan was steaming, however Miller tried to explain. Don't even. Shut the fuck up and sit there while I decide what to do with your stupid ass. Miller was becoming very frightened, she couldn't lose this job, it paid well, and it was her only income right now. Plus she was going through a tough time with a would be fiance that's now sleeping with her cousin. Finally, Andrews... congratulations. You've completed the career advancement program, you've managed to keep your job up to this point, and fuck it I'll say it, you come to work every day looking like you fucked your wife just three minutes before coming into the office. I like that. Sort of makes me want to fuck you. You know, in the careless sense. Sort of just fuck and get it over with, just because you're a handsome guy and probably pack something worthwhile. It'll be my privillege to promote you... however... you've fucked up... man... She glanced over at Miller who seemed slightly hesitant herself. Have you fucked anyone lately, Mr. Andrews? He looked at her with question, Are you being serious Seranda... yes, I have. I am married. I do so very often. Oho... are you aware that more than one female has reported you sexually harrassing them? That's absurd. You know the quality of my work. Yes, but I don't know how you are as a person. You are of pretty nice status in your department aren't you? Yes... Miller is in your department isn't she? Yes... so? A little bird told me that she was going to be written up by you for lateness. Instead you grabbed her tits one night and told her that if she let you fuck her, you'd overlook the write up... That's a made up lie... Really? Because we have a video... and that video shows Miller saying no, and you continuing to press onto her. Would you like for me to tell all of our lovely employees that you're a rapist? I know our men, especially those with wives or daughters would love to get their hands on a professional rapist. Seranda, that's not true. There's a fucking video!! Around this was the time that Jim walked by but saw nothing. He just heard the remark. You know what, you're fired. You're fired!! Get the fuck out of my office before I call the motherfucking police! Appologize to Miller for forcing her to swallow that shitty excuse for a dick and congratulate her, because she's keeping her job, taking your position and if she performs well, she'll get your promotion asshole. Get out!! Seranda tossed a brass figure at Andrews, missing, but sending the message. Get out! Rapist! Andrews knew this was a way for him to leave without police issues. He exited the office, only looking back at Miller, who avoided eye contact. And don't come back you piece of shit! She yelled, holding on to her door, her breasts bouncing ever so much. She tossed a graphic calculator from an employees' desk and hit Andrews behind the head. The man nearly fell over then rushed out.