Lethal Elite

[5]

"Did you bring me my sugar free coffee Amilia?" Mr.Vanilli asked. 

"Yes sir it's right here " I replied while setting his coffee down on his desk.

He then took it and began staring out the window while stirring it around.

"Why were you late?" he asked me.

 "Do you take pride in being late Amilia? Is that some type of goal of yours?" He continued.

"Why is it that all the Mexicans and negros always have to be late? No excuse me, scratch that. Just the negros are always late. The Mexicans are usually way too early." He said while staring out of the window like he was having a conversation with himself. 

"Um I'm so sorry I'm late Mr.Vanilli the traffic in this city is just bonkers sometimes." I cried out.

"Shhh did I ask you to speak?" Mr.Vanilli said in a threatening tone.

"Um, No but you did ask me why I was late and I just told you why...." I said quietly.

"Are you trying to call me stupid?" He asked.

"Are you serious right now? No! Why would I-"

"Zip it before you lose your job anymore than you've already have! "He yelled.

"Get out of my office, do your assignment for the day, and go home NOW!"

As I got up out of my seat preparing to leave his office Mr.Vanilli started rambling on and on about how he hates "Gays"  "Foreigners"  "Britains" and how his Italian rich father would roll over in his grave if he was alive today. He kept on rambling about being one of the richest men alive because his family bloodline was so pure. Little did he know I knew who his real father was and I knew Mr. Vanilli's real name.

Mr.Vanilli wasn't born into a rich family. He was adopted into a rich family. His original family didn't want him so they left him one day in front of a foster home. He wasn't a rich man, he probably didn't even own this company. None of the money was even his. It all belonged to his rich and wealthy grandfather who happened to outlive his adoptive father. So yes, Mr.Vanilli was broke. His whole entire rich , homophobic , and racist lifestyle was built upon lies.

As I grabbed all of my things, the feeling of being so ashamed to be yelled at like I was a child by a man who could care less about me and my life, let alone my job... Has taken over my body. 

When I got closer to the door,something took hold of me that I couldn't shake. It's like I had no choice but to not let him have the last word and the next thing I know, I quickly slammed my things down onto Mr. Vanilli's desk and approached him face to face. I began seeing red. 

"You know what Mr.Vanilli, I think you're full of shit. I think you're miserable because your wife left you for a woman! And you wanna know what else I think? You know what, forget about what  I think. Let me tell you what I KNOW! For one, you're not even Italian, you got your name changed a long time ago and tried to move to New York City to be some type of hot shit! But the truth is 'Mr.Vanilli' YOU ARE NOT hot shit! Your real name is Timmy Hinkleston and you were born in Britain!"

"You're not even rich ! You're broke ! And I mean TLC BROKE! I'm talking broker than New Edition! You have no money.. You never did and you never will!

 "And if it isn't bad enough that you're broke and living this fake lavage lifestyle that you so called deserve... To put the icing on top of the cake, you ... were ... adopted! Yeah, That's right,I seen your background records, so much for a pure family bloodline right? So stop putting everybody else down because of who they are when you're not even happy about who you really want to be."

"If you want to drink tea and listen to One Direction" I yelled.

"THEN SO BE IT! But just be happy about it and stop being miserable."

When I looked down at my fists, they were balled up tightly. When I let them go I had nail marks in my hand from squeezing them too tight.

As I came to my senses I turned around to see the whole office in awe watching me yell at the man we were all afraid of. When I turned back around I could see Mr. Vanilli's now pale face in shock because no one, not even his rich parents, had ever stood up to him like I just did. Feeling nervous and victorious at the same time, I decided to seize the moment. I grabbed my things , stole Mr. Vanilli's sugar free Coffee off of his desk and left his office with a gigantic smile on my face, lamming his door behind me while the whole office cheered me on. I left out of there and never returned.