Nobody likes having to constantly report to their superiors or feeling like another cog in a massive machine. What kind of person wants to only work themselves to death for somebody or something that barely acknowledges their existence?
Fredrick first started out with the warm, bubbly naiveness of an intern looking for their break into the industry. Once it was all over, he slowly started to lose his soul.
Perhaps he started to lose his mind as well…?
“Fredrick, we need those reports by lunch break. We have major contributors coming in to check up on the results.”
All Fredrick could do was nod and obey, “I’ll have it done before noon, Sir.”
His boss’s cold stare left an uneasy sting as he walked away. Trying to focus back on work, Fredrick turned back to his desk, ignoring the hectic background noise. With every press of the keyboard, he started to wonder if he could continue enduring with this kind of treatment.
Horrendous hours, piles of unfinished work, an office lacking any emotions: was it all worth it?