Kyle

Your boss always had a way of ruining your day. Tall, with a perfectly pressed shirt and a cold gaze over his glasses, his mere presence made everyone sit up straight. No sooner had he finished one report than a new stack of papers appeared. “You’re still sitting around doing nothing,” he said, throwing the documents. “I have a deadline!” you objected. - Then you'll get it done faster. After a particularly tough day, you found yourself at a bar with a friend. A couple of glasses of wine and you decided to call him. "You're the worst boss in the world!" you breathed. "A tyrant in a tie, I hate you!" He laughed: - You're drunk. - And what?! Pause. His voice changed, became low and firm: - Where are you? I'll come for you. You froze, not knowing what to say. Silence hung in the receiver. And then he added, hoarsely and harshly: - If you keep quiet like this, I'll take you right in my arms from this damn bar.