Disclaimer: I own myself and I created the character of Dusk…
Notes: I had some anger issues to deal with…

“It’s a typical attitude for the French. They’re a bunch of rude fuckers who pretend not to speak English when you heard them speaking in their God-awful English a few seconds ago. They keep on ignoring you and they pretend they’re allowed to be rude.”
“Please, she’s abusing her power as a boss by accusing me of being a thief. Hell, I’ve seen people do worse and what did she do about it then?”
“She says I stole but I want to see her fucking proof… God damn French Frog bitch!”
“Hell, if she accuses me of anything, I’ll fuckin’ report her ass to the company’ ombudsman!”
After hearing all of Dusk’s negative comments, Kat had had enough. She went into her boss’ office, resigned and then she’d walked out onto the sales’ floor. She walked right over to Dusk, pulled her out of her chair by her shirt collar and slammed her fist into her prissy face, smiling as she heard the distinctive sound of her nose breaking.
As this happened, no one said a word. The general impression was that Dusk and all of her worthless whining deserved everything she was getting right now. She whined about everyone and everything for no reason. She bitched for the only purpose of whining and Kat wasn’t the only one who’d had enough of it. But apparently, she was the only person who knew exactly how to work it so that Dusk would get exactly what she deserved.
Without saying a word, Kat dug both of her hands into Dusk’s shirt and shoved her into the wall, smiling when she saw the indent her head had left in the wall. She repeated the move over and over again until the fight had gone out of the other woman. But she wasn’t done yet. She was going to prove that a crotch kick hurt a woman just as much as it hurt a man. And kick her she did, with enough power and precision to make Alessandro Del Piero proud.
Dusk was in a heap on the door, whimpering and broken, when Kat finally turned to her boss who’d watched the confrontation with a satisfied smirk on her face, “I hear you’re looking for a new sales manager? I think I would fit the profile you’re looking for.”
“I think you do. Hell, you’re hired,” her boss said, her smile now full and uncompromising. “First on your task list, I need you to fire the heap in the corner. She’s a thief, a bad worker and look at how she messed up my carpet.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Kat walked over to Dusk, brought her face up to hers and smiled, “You’re fiiiiiiiiiiiired!!!”

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