Having returned home, I am showered and groomed. It would not due for my appearance to be anything else. I represent powerful people and my appearance reflects upon those that choose me. My suit is nicely pressed, my tie neat and held with a pin. My hair recently cut and held by whatever cement it is that they sell at the salon I frequent. I am dignity defined.

The sun was just setting as I pulled away from my home. It is idyllic in a way, a suburban home just like any other. I rarely spend much time there, unless I want to think. It is cold and empty, like my life. I sacrificed everything for my job, my family, my friends, my life. Only now am I happy, only now do I have a purpose. My father always told me that those are the sacrifices that a man has to make to be respected, to be proud. I know what he meant and I;m certain if he were under me I would fire him out of amusement alone.

I drive the streets, they are known to me. I have never been here before, but they are always changing it up. I like these guys, they respect ingenuity and talent. They respect me. I have some good news about what has happened recently. I know that Daniel doesn't, I made sure of it. It certainly would not do to have the new guy show me up. Just a few greased palms and a few phone calls to make sure of it. I can see the look on his fucked up face as he got those warrants. Yeah, that's how I work.

I pull around the corner, a few old timers walking to their bus stops. They are all in uniforms, its easy to spot anyone that don't fit in here. There is no reason to be here if you are not employed in one of the factories. Its just an ugly part of the city. The stacks pump out whatever chemicals they feel like and with the politicians and the epa in someones pocket that shit gets grandfathered in. Sure you can't start another, but you can keep this dinosaur belching till its a fossil older then a mastodon.

I pull up to the gate and a man looks me over before opening it. I have the window down and nod as I roll through...

"Evening, Chuck" I say as I pass. "You too, Mr. Patterson," he says in reply. Nice to get to know the fellows you work around, especially if they are not yours. Then you have to be a real dick to get any work from them.


I spot the building, its lower levels lit up. The plants still online, always on now that we upgraded and let all those idiots go. I pull up to a parking spot, look myself over in the mirror before opening the door and stepping out. I reach in grab my briefcase and shut the door, hearing its chirp as I engage the alarm.

I head toward the doorway in.  

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