It's Over

Damion

“You’re a puppet. You don’t have an original thought in your head. You do whatever the boss man says. He’s got his hand up your ass, making all the decisions. Pussy.”

I stared at him. In the back of my mind, I could hear my grandfather in my ear. I thought back to the last time I had seen him. I had been in a very similar situation. I had been in the process of being insulted by another disgruntled employee. I remembered the look of disgust and disappointment on his face. I had embarrassed him by not standing up for myself then.

I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. “Get out,” I said, my voice low.

“No.”

“Get out, or I will throw you out.”

“You can’t throw me out.”

I jumped up from my seat and towered over the punk, still sitting. That wiped the smirk off his face. I had no problem using my considerable size to intimidate him. “Get up or I will do it for you.”

He got to his feet, his chin raised as he glared at me. “You can’t touch me. I’ll have your ass thrown in jail fas