average day
As the punch is performed, there is silence. You exit the bus, audaciously with your head held high, challenging the world itself to what it has to offer. You were born on this planet, it was now time to make it your bitch.
The office is several stories high, in fact, it's technically classed as an Empire, as it reaches above the limit of other buildings.
You work on the middle floor, which is a long elevator ride up, you wave with a surprisingly amicable attitude today, at the attractive receptionist that sits on her chair, with her pert nose and her sensual, glossy lips, not to mention that cleavage that you cannot hide your lust for.
You make it to your floor, to a long boring days work of attempting to produce things to the Government's satisfaction, such as promoting McBitches, and other major or minor things. You'd previously worked with drug corporations, that had supplied you with mind altering substances that your Boss had taken the care to sell on the streets. Unfortunately, he was caught one day, and fired from his job, so now. Your daily routine is to promote businesses, and support one another in your corporate ladder to become the Big Boss. You always keep your Beretta M9 in your briefcase just in case things get a little..complicated.
Things are always complicated, no matter what, it's always gotta be a boring day's work. Perhaps you'd enjoy a little...fun?
The office is several stories high, in fact, it's technically classed as an Empire, as it reaches above the limit of other buildings.
You work on the middle floor, which is a long elevator ride up, you wave with a surprisingly amicable attitude today, at the attractive receptionist that sits on her chair, with her pert nose and her sensual, glossy lips, not to mention that cleavage that you cannot hide your lust for.
You make it to your floor, to a long boring days work of attempting to produce things to the Government's satisfaction, such as promoting McBitches, and other major or minor things. You'd previously worked with drug corporations, that had supplied you with mind altering substances that your Boss had taken the care to sell on the streets. Unfortunately, he was caught one day, and fired from his job, so now. Your daily routine is to promote businesses, and support one another in your corporate ladder to become the Big Boss. You always keep your Beretta M9 in your briefcase just in case things get a little..complicated.
Things are always complicated, no matter what, it's always gotta be a boring day's work. Perhaps you'd enjoy a little...fun?