i hired a hitman on myself // joshler [✓]

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"mr. dun the copies you printed are done, they're in the copy room." my assistant patrick informed me.

"thanks, i'll pick them up later." i sighed. patrick went back along to his business as i sat there at my computer, reading marketing statics.

my boss has been on my case recently, telling me i need to bring in fresh information to see what he can do next in order to improve the company's status.

i'm surprised i haven't lost my cool with him yet, considering he's been pressuring the shit out of me for the last 3 weeks.

i couldn't handle sitting at my little computer cubical for another second, i got up and left the monitor the way it is and decided to pick up the copies i ordered for.

they were company stock so upper management can take a better look at what they're dealing with in terms of how much money we have to spend.

in less fancy terms, we're probably bankrupt.

i took the rather warm stack of papers in hand and walked out of the copy room and made my way to to my boss' office.

not only was i physically exhausted, i was mentally drained from this job. i spend 14 hours at this work place, doing the same damn thing.

it's worthless.

i knocked on the door to his office, impatiently waiting for a response until i heard his voice bellow a loud,

"come in."

i opened the door to see the man himself, mr. martinez, sitting at his desk, messing around with post-it notes.

"what are you doing here, dun?" he looked at me in annoyance.

"your papers, sir." i grit through my teeth, not wanting to lose my mind.

"oh yeah, just leave it on my desk." he ordered, not even looking up from tossing a post-it paper airplane.

i did as told, and was on my way to the door, when mr. martinez stopped me when he spoke up again,

"you don't seem too satisfied, is this job not fulfilling you?"

i turned around to face him again as he sat as his desk,
"it's the hell in my life." i stated in a blank tone.

"the 25$ an hour is hell to you?" he cocked an eyebrow.

i was silent, feeling my how my blood boiled with his smart and sarcastic statements,

"i don't give a shit about the money. i'm miserable. i work myself for hours on end for seven days. and you don't seem to care. you sit there, not having to work a second in your life. you wonder why my life is hell? take a good look in the mirror and it'll be clear soon enough."

he smirked and chuckled a heavy laugh that lasted about twenty or so seconds, confusing me immensely.

"what's so funny?" i spat.

"you sound just like my daughter, joshua." he sighed.

"your daughter that left you as soon as she turned 18?" i wasn't holding back anymore.

his smart look soon turned to enragement, though it was very subtle.

"i just got a new idea on how things are gonna work around here. wanna hear it, dun?" he looked me dead in the eye.

i didn't respond, staring at him coldly.

"your blue-haired ass is gonna be working here for a straight 24 hours for the same pay, and if you quit, it'll go on your application for any future job you apply to. i don't think you'll like a big red stamp that says, "incapable of doing labor, give minimum pay" , would you?"

my eyes widened, heart dropped, and my blood ran ice cold. i was in deep trouble now.

"y-you can't do that--!"

"i can and i just did. your full day shift starts tomorrow, right now you're dismissed. so go home and take a real long sleep..." he dramatically spoke,

"you're gonna need it."