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…?
The loud buzz of office chatter masked the sound of Fredrick’s shoes storming across the tile flooring. A small number of coworkers looked up from their cubical stations to watch where he was going.
Turning the hall, Fredrick saw that the door to the boss’s office was wide open. He loosened his tie and barged on inside.
Abruptly ending his call, the boss glared at Fredrick and began shouting, “What the hell are you doing here, Fred? Did you finish that report like I told you?”
Fredrick ignored his boss and picked up the closest object to him: a stapler.
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