Susan's thoughts were quickly interrupted by the loud yelling of an all too familiar man. Susan scrambled to shove the stone off of her desk and into her lap as her boss, Mr. Norman Bergstrom, rounded the corner. He was a fat, disgusting piece of shit. At least that's how Susan saw him.
He was a short and stocky man with his brown hair thinning long ago. Susan wasn't even allowed to wear heels to the office as Mr. Bergstrom would get pissy with her being able to look over him. Susan usually wouldn't insult people's weights, as she was starting to get a little bit of belly fat herself, but he was such a foul man that she had no problem insulting his bowling ball looking ass.
"Jameson!?!" He yelled as he walked up to her desk.
"Right here Mr. Bergstrom." She said, feigning to be cheery.
"Jameson, what did Mrs. Ellis want? Why didn't you send her to me?" He asked, his face turning red.
"Nothing work related sir!" Susan tried to explain. "She just came to visit me at-" She continued before she was interrupted.
"Bullshit!" He yelled, getting Susan a bit angry herself. "Wait, don't tell me, she came in here but your shitty workmanship put her off? Or was it your looks?" He said, peering down at Susan's newly, slightly bigger arms.
Susan covered herself a bit as she was getting even more furious. Her boss was all bark and no bite but she was starting to get real sick of his constant berating and threats. She knew she did a good job. Everyone that worked there and everyone that visited knew she was an honest, hard worker. All except for Norman Bergstrom.
Unbeknownst to both Susan and Norman, the Grellstone sitting on Susan's lap was beginning to glow a faint green glow, fueled by the anger in the air.
"That's it, your pay is deducted for the week." He growled.
"No! Sir you can't!" Susan begged. "Please sir my boys at home need this-" She began before getting interrupted again.
"Save the fake sob story Susan, I don't give a crap about your kids or husband or any of your other womanly problems, just get your act together. That was one of our best customers you just...." Norman continued, but Susan stopped listening out of fury.
Before she knew it, she began to mutter something angrily under her breath. She just wanted Norman to get what was coming to him. Susan made her wish.