The Asshole App (Expanded Version) ✅ Wattys2023

𝟦𝟥 𝖢𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗉

A/N. Warning! Sexual references in this chapter!

You're the devil in disguise—Beautiful Stranger- Madonna

In the forty-ninth floor stairwell, Evelyn put down her briefcase and the package she'd claimed was a picture. She ripped off the paper, exposing two Glocks strapped to a picture frame. She deftly removed them and handed one to Vincent, holstering the other one. "Do you feel comfortable using that weapon?" He asked.

Evelyn nodded. "My mother insisted I learn to shoot when I was nine." She bit her lower lip, uncertainly. "Vince, I've never had to use a gun on anyone."

He nodded, opening the briefcase Evelyn had set down. "You probably won't need it, but I prefer you to be armed." He pulled the hacking equipment from the briefcase and inserted a slim metal filament into the stairwell key access pad. Depressing the button on his headset, he alerted Raymond. "CENTIEN's security system is hot-wired. We're online-let's get this show on the road, Soy Boy."

Satoshi moved from her computer and allowed Raymond to access the keyboard. A few minutes later, he high-jacked CENTIEN's system protocols and shielded his actions from surveillance. The restricted red access light on the door turned green. Vincent removed the AK-47 and shotgun from the cleaning cart's green trash bin. He opted for the assault rifle, leaving the shotgun on the top of the cart next to the vacuum cleaner. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, he pushed open the stairwell door. Cautiously, he and Evelyn climbed the flight of stairs to  the fifty-first floor. On the landing, they heard a pulsing beat emanating from one of the offices. "What's that noise?" Evelyn asked. Holding his Glock in front of him, Vincent entered the hallway, with Evie following on his heels.

"Someone's in my office." Raymond's voice buzzed in their ears. Remotely, he unlocked the heavy metal door for them to enter. They stepped into a disco-fever nightmare. A video of a blond woman wearing a black Dominatrix outfit and holding a tasseled whip was projected onto a wall-to-wall screen. Flashing rainbow-colored strobe lights and surround-sound speakers turned the office into a bizarre 1980s dance fest.

"Oh my, God." Evelyn shouted, spying Dennis Lear. She ran over to where  CENTIEN's senior financial officer, his eyes bulging, was hanging from a  doorknob. A red scarf was tied around his neck.

"Lift him up, Vince." Evie cried. "He's choking."Putting his hands under Lear's armpits, Vince raised him off the floor to halt the scarf's  garroting effect.

Swiftly, Evelyn untied the silken scarf. Lear wheezed, spluttering and coughing. "Evelyn," he croaked.

"We arrived just in time. Who do this to you, Mr. Lear?" Her hands shook with rage. Vincent found the sound system control and shut off the offensive music.

"I tied it myself." He wheezed, rubbing his neck. "She's had me locked up  here for days, listening to Madonna's devil music. Performing unnatural sex  acts on me." He laughed, mirthlessly. "Candy Shop, I used to really dislike this song, but now that she's shoved it down my throat so many times, I can actually stand it. Oh God, she filmed everything."

Vincent watched the movie being projected on the screen. "Is that you?" Onscreen the Dominatrix whipped Lear's naked ass.

"Turn it off," Lear moaned. She's been using me as a sex slave for days and threatening to show my wife the footage.

"Who?" Evelyn asked, incredulous.

"Buffy Gates. She works for CIA, specializing in MK Ultra brainwashing." His eyes grew wild. "She loves her work."

"I'll say," Vince said, staring at the screen.

"I'm not surprised," Seeing the bloodied stripes on his body, Evelyn's mouth pressed together in a thin line.

"Who's running the company?" Vince asked.

"Piers Jamison's the new CEO. That bastard took Ray's place. He and Casper Winterman pooled their stock and overrode the board's authority, performing a soft coup."

Vince was skeptical. "Damn, where I come from men would pay good money for this kind of torture. If it's so bad, why haven't you tried to break outta here?"

"Stop it, Vince." Raymond shouted into the headphones, "He's obviously in shock from being molested."

Evelyn looked at her former boss. "Mr. Lear, why haven't you tried to escape? Why would you stay here?"

"Because of that." He pointed over her shoulder to a DARPA dog with a  demonic head. "I saw that thing tear a leg off a security guard." Two meters of quivering steel nosed its way into the office's metal  doorframe as a mechanical Doberman crept towards them, its eyes blinking  bright red.

"Great balls of Satan," Vincent yelled.