know no bounds

As I sit behind my desk in this big ole leather chair, I watch as the people rush by looking lost and confused I ponder to myself I wonder how quiet the office would be if everyone was dead. I bolt myself forward in my chair and grip the desk and try to shake that thought out my head. Why would I even think that what in the world drove that thought to cross my mind, maybe I should see a doctor or a therapist at least because that is crazy, I would never hurt anyone not in that way.  I call my assistant into my office and ask her to get me coffee maybe the lack of sleep is causing me to think these crazy thoughts. As I sit and watch my assistant leave the room I think about how good she would look hanging my the chandelier in my office watching her wriggle round as the final breathe of air escapes her body, how beautiful she would look dead. Its at this point I know something is not right I need to clear my head I need to release all this anger and aggression is some kinda way I mean come on who the hell would sit here and think about killing innocent people in this way like what is wrong with me. why did I wake up this morning with these awful thoughts running round my head like a pack of wild dogs. Bea comes back with coffee and lunch and she sits in the chair opposite me like always she tells me about her grandma and how shes doing and I really enjoy hearing her talk, I know it seems strange that a big powerful man like me would care about other people but I do. Bea has been my assistant for as long as I can remember she has always stood by my side and I will always have a lot of love for her because of this so why am I sitting here thinking about killing her theres no reason for me to have that thought. I sit and listen to her talk for what felt like a lifetime and her sweet voice eases my mind and I think the horrible thoughts are gone and im glad I don't know how much longer I could sit and worry about my next actions.  Me and Bea are always the last ones out the office I make sure that Bea gets taken home the last thing I want is something bad to happen to her. I start my long walk home as as the people of Seattle rush past me I start to think about how theres so many bad people among the good, how many people have I just passed that have committed some kind of crime or partaken in illegal activities, then the thought of murder crosses my train of thought like a bull in a china shop, I past the newspaper stand and see my name in big bold letters on the front, 'Alexander Zane owner of a big company but cant afford to hire a driver and walks everywhere' if only they know that I have a driver and I use him to make sure the people who work for me have the ability to get home with the protection and security they need, im a man nothing bad happens to me as I walk home alone however I cant say the same thing applies to the women under my employment. The people of the world have nothing better to do then spin out the truth, I guess that's how they make there money.  As I pass through the doors of my apartment building I greet the night manager at his desk, I hand him the paper I bought on my way home and tell him I did the first answer to the puzzles and I ask about his day and how his family are, its good to build a good relationship with the people you cross paths with everyday, you never know when you might need there help. I like to use the stairs to get about I find the exercise is good to maintain my perfect chiselled abs. I place the key in the door and open it to the smell of loneliness and despair, I really need to find someone to keep me company at home I would love to come home to see a beautiful human waiting for me, how that would fill my heart with happiness and joy. I go to the kitchen and switch on the tv and watch the news I like to keep up with current events so I know how to proceed with my next business interaction. I am a very important man and people need to realise I have a lot of power. I cam from nothing and worked hard all on my own to get where I am today and what make me laugh is when people assume I used someone else to help me get here well I can firmly tell you I didn't, I pretty much raised myself my mum died when I was younger and my dad was never in the picture and that's okay because if he could see me now he would be ashamed that he wasn't around to watch me succeed, maybe I could of helped him be almost as powerful as me but no he decided to check out before I was even born and that's shameful. I don't understand how people can go around making children and then walking away from them like they have a choice to be born, I will say this for a fact I didn't ask to be born into this world and I certainly didn't ask to have a difficult life the way I did and but what I did with my life is what matters I chose to not let my bad childhood ruin my future life I went out and I made something of myself and I want to help people like me have the same options, I wish I knew back then what I know now things would of been a bit easier for me.  I order takeaway and sit on the sofa and watch the tv, I must of dosed of to sleep because its now the next day and my alarm is going off, so I half asleep drag my self into the shower, I get washed and dressed and I make breakfast and send Bea a message to ask her about my meetings for the day so I can mentally prepare myself for the day ahead, I ask her if she is bringing coffee of would she like me to grab in on my way into the office, Bea always arrives there before me and she always greets me at the door we drink out coffee on the way up to the office and talk about the day ahead, I think its nice to start the day of correctly, I get to my desk and I slummed myself into the chair and open my laptop, I check my emails before Bea comes storming into the office and switches the tv. The news reported who wrote that article about me in yesterdays paper has been killed, the police discovered the body this morning, she was left hanging upside down from a lamppost near her office and the police would like anyone to stop forward if they know anything. once Bea leaves my office I sit back and laugh to myself about how she got what was coming, she has ruined so many peoples lifes with the storys shes wrote.