He hated every damn one of them. From his stupid-as-f**k colleagues to his uppity-ass, stupid s**t boss.
Her especially.
He hated her the most. With her narrow heels and expensive suits and her perfumes. She had a superior attitude too, never minding or caring about the fact that he worked his ass off for this company more than the others did.
But no. He was the one she picked on the most. And he was tired and sick of it. Sometimes, he contemplated threatening her with a gun or perhaps blowing the company to ashes. He got a guy who could build the bomb, didn't he?
He could blow the company up, blow every one of them up. It would serve them right. It would serve them right for maltreating him, serving them right for not knowing his worth and not valuing him the way they should.
And he
