BEST #1 BOSS

When I joined this company I was feeling like I was at my lowest, even on the corporate ladder. I was defeated and beat, I was the company’s fucked up little punching bag and spit bucket, pardon my language but sometimes a boss gotta speak that way (oops sorry for the spoiler). I decided that enough was enough even if it had to be tough, I came into the office battered and rough, I felt like a doggy being pulled by the scruff on big corp’s leash and it felt like I was in their handcuffs and I was their little mutt eating out of their big rich complementary doggy bowl. Maybe that’s it, maybe I’m just a dog. These thoughts passing through me every aching day, I was miserable at this job, like a neglected dog. I bet if you put a dog in my situation they would do the same when pushed to their limits. “Come here boy!” I hear a muffled voice behind the titanium wall say with demand, this place is a dog cage and I’m stuck here locked inside it for 12 hours a day and night, yes that’s right. This place is a dog pound and I’m a purebred mutt and my parents never met me (never asked me to keep the door shut). I keep working here despite the vile and dehumanizing conditions because I have a cat to feed at home, like a dog but it’s a feline and it’s mine feline, my cat is feline fine thanks to me keeping this soul sucking job. I never thought the day would come that I would get the promotion of my life, but that day finally might’ve came too late. I was working as I always do in my holed up cubical space when I heard the loud and deep thuds of my boss being gunned down on the sidewalk right before a big press meeting in the office, he was right about to do a big money drop in the town square where he lay bare, as he was shot right there in his special spinal cord, he was paralyzed shortly before he was rushed to the hospital for the rest of his life (he’s going to be okay). His final 2 wishes before he was passed on to the paramedics was that I would take his place as the wolf of this doggy pack on wall street (the big corp). The other wish was that I take his special boss mug only given to true bosses, as tragedy would have it, though, he was carrying his mug while walking on that fateful sidewalk and it dropped on the pavement and shattered into a fine powder. I knew I couldn’t fulfill that wish but I still needed that mug, so I went online and searched for a replacement, I found this website that sold the mug with me on it and made my transaction. – Boss Owner