Poison2007

Even though Lazar's booming presence fills the room as he strides towards Dwight, his footsteps echoing off the sterile walls, Dwight is not paying as much attention as he probably should have been. He’s too busy trying to work out this stupid little review section, trying to put words together in ways he hadn’t before for the sake of a few extra bucks in his pocket. Had he already used the name Gladys? He scrolled down the page, eyes impatiently skipping lines ahead. So naturally, when Lazar’s meaty hand slams down on the desk, Dwight flinches. It’s not just a little flinch, either, but one he has to consciously reel in, lest his legs betray him and run the other way. His heart skips a beat, the suddenness of the action jolting a special kind of fear and anxiety he hadn’t felt in a… short while. Enough of it ran through his veins to leave him momentarily frozen in his chair, staring at the hairs on the back of his boss’s hand. How did someone like Lazar become the CEO? The