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Nixon

Michael Alexander McDer I'd ever met in my life

That was saying a lot since I'd known a lot of fucking douches

Sure, h I had an almost nonexistent tolerance for people as a whole All you have to do is take a walk in a grocery store on a busy Sunday to see why most people missed the memo on how not to be a complete and utter pain in the ass to all of your fellow humankind Was it so hard not to leave your cart in the center of the whole friggen aisle?

Anyway, yeah, he was a real piece of work

I hated him

Almost as much as I hated the phrase "piece of work"

It wasn't that he was rich Most of the clients alked through the doors were rich Let's face it, the average person didn't have need of a personal security teae sou pricks Which Michael McDered to mention his Porsche, his Rolex, and how many square feet his McMansion was in the span of a twenty-minute conversation

It wasn't even that he immediately treated me like I worked for him--and was therefore beneath him--fro for hi treated with a certain level of disrespect when it came to some clients

No

What bothered ht it was appropriate--in mixed company--to refer to his secretary as a "useless bitch" like it was completely acceptable to do so

Were it not for the dozen or so lectures ston, who happened to own the security business, had given me about my sometimes nonexistent ht onto the ass of his Armani suit

But, if I was going to keep working for King, I had to toe the line a little better than I had in the past

So I clenched rab the asshole by the throat as he spoke

I got all the paperritten up, told hiet back to him

I had every intention of du ym to sweat out my frustration at the entire interaction

"I a his head "And Atlas is off chasing waves so to have to do it"