Paul slipped the gun in his pocket. He had been humiliated, taunted, threatened. He hated everything to do with his work, especially the people working there and his boss. But money was his master. Without it, he would be hopeless, it was the only thing that had helped keeping him alive. But Paul’s gun was the way out. The only way out.
His job mainly consisted of two types of work; writing articles and answering phone calls. Out of which, answering the phone was his least favourite. He would have to put up with uncaring, whiny customers all day long. They would not care about anyone apart from themselves. Paul was nothing to them, just a voice on the other end of the phone. His boss was almost exactly the same. As much as I hated her,
His job mainly consisted of two types of work; writing articles and answering phone calls. Out of which, answering the phone was his least favourite. He would have to put up with uncaring, whiny customers all day long. They would not care about anyone apart from themselves. Paul was nothing to them, just a voice on the other end of the phone. His boss was almost exactly the same. As much as I hated her,