I never said I was anything other than what I was. I didn’t fake it, I didn’t pretend, I was me, that’s all. But, some fuckers out there had a problem with that, Carter was one of them. When Jane in mail told me what he said, I couldn’t hold back and marched right up to the sniveling piece of dirt and shoved my fist in his face. He didn’t know what to do, I drove another punch into his stomach. That’s when Bernie, from accounts, tried to pull me away, so I drove an elbow into his face, his nose exploded in a violent display of blue, black and red, and he hit the ground screaming in pain, as I turned back to the pansy little fucker Carter.
“Do we have a problem?” I said, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the wall, I watched as his rosy cheeks faded into a pale white, his eyes sunk in their sockets and began to well up, blood ran from his nose as one side of it started to blow up like a balloon.
“D-D-Damon? W-W-What? No, mate we don’t have a problem.”
“Then why’re you spreading shit around here about me?” His eyes looked panicked, I could smell a sharp tinge of piss hit my nose, and I looked down to see a large, dark patch growing on the crotch of his pants.
I punched the prick in the stomach again, harder this time, it winded him, bad, and he struggled to catch his breath as I slammed him back against the wall again.
“Don’t fucking lie to me shit stain! What’s your fucking problem?”
“D-D-Damon, you’ve got it all wrong, I swear, I-I-I meant nothing by it, Norwiche and I were just joki..” I didn’t let the piece of maggot riddled shit finish what he was going to say, I slammed his face into my knee, his body went limp and he fell to the floor. I’d amassed quite a crowd at this stage, that’s when I caught Mister Norwiche’s eyes, staring out from the back, the old bugger had a smirk on his face, like he was proud of himself, that wasn’t going to last long.
“What’s your beef?” I yelled, pointing towards him, the room parted, and he stood there, embarrassed, like he was naked or something, I saw him swallow nervously.
“Now, Damon, let’s all just calm down, no one else needs to get hurt.”
“I think it’s a bit late for that, don’t you? So, tell me, what’s your beef?” I said as I stormed towards him, he looked left and right, took a step backwards, and pressed up against the glass wall that separates his office from the gutter trash thinks we are. He stood there, frozen in place, like he was hoping to just blend in with the decor, like a fucking chameleon or something.
“Look Damon, it was a joke, don’t let something silly, that meant nothing, endanger your employment.”
“Sorry? Are you threatening to fire me?”
“Don’t be absurd, I’m just sayi…” I drove a left and then a right into the old fuckers face, dislodged two teeth, and his left eye popped out of its socket. He crashed to the ground in a heap, unconscious, and I just stood there for a few moments, as I caught my reflection in the glass, I straightened my hair, readjusted my skirt and touched up my makeup before turning around. Everyone took a step back, I guess they thought I was going to turn on them next, but as long as they kept their mouths shut, I had no problem with any of those pathetic fucks. They had all lost their passion a long time ago, where me, well, I was just finding mine.