Brenda's boss, Mr. Lyons, dropped to the floor. He started having a seizure that quickly triggered a heart attack. Vomit accumulated in his throat because he was on his back, unable to move. He was going to choke to death. Brenda just stared at him while he struggled.
'Let someone else find him. Make sure he lays there long enough to be certain he is dead.' She thought to herself.
"I hope it's a miserable death.." Brenda whispered in his ear, making sure Mr. Lyons could hear it. He reached for her, trying to elicit some kind of help from her, but she just walked out.
Brenda knew she should probably do something. So she did, she pretended not to have any idea about what was happening. If asked, she would say "Mr. Lyons closed his door and turned on his Do Not Disturb message. He asked me to make sure that no one disturbed him. He said he had some reports to do."
She had never been this hateful to anyone in her life. Deep down..WAY deep down, she imagined she must feel bad, but she couldn't find it yet. He had been the worst boss she had ever had. As a matter of fact, he was the worst human she had ever encountered. He had a foul mouth, horrible attitude and was a chauvinistic, sexually harassing person that took mean to a whole new level. He'd been a nightmare and she was not sorry to see him go.
He had been calling her names today like stupid and useless because she had gotten there late, only by 10 minutes but he was still mad because he hadn't had coffee sitting on his desk when he got to his office. Then he reached over and grabbed her butt and said "If you weren't so pretty, i'd move you out onto the street and let you starve. Hire some decent help. Now get me some coffee!!"
She couldn't take it anymore. She went into the kitchen and poured his coffee. Luckily, the kitchen was empty. She took the two packets of white powder out of her pocket and poured one into the coffee - just like the guy from the internet said to. That is where she got the Anthrax powder. He had told her "One if you want him gone within 24 hours and two packets if you want to kill him right away. She poured in the second packet. Tasteless and almost impossible to detect, it worked fast. She stirred the coffee and threw
away the spoon, not wanting anyone else to get sick. She set the coffee on his desk as he started yelling again.
She listened to his rant. He stopped periodically to take a deep breath and take a large gulp of coffee. Ten minutes later, he had finished the coffee and was still barking out orders and calling her names. Suddenly he fell to the floor in his office and started having a seizure. She watched for a bit and than walked out. She was surprised that it had been so easy. She was even more surprised that she didn't have any remorse over what she had done.
When he was 'discovered' by someone else, he had been dead for over an hour. The official cause of death was listed as heart attack, natural causes.
A week later, a gentleman walked up and introduced himself. His name was Mr. Tory, he was the new manager. He called Brenda into his office and started barking out orders of what he needed done and he 'expected it right away'. She finished the list of 'do it now' stuff and he didn't even think to say thank you or show any appreciation. He just started ranting about what he expected from Brenda, and if he didn't see that she was capable of filling those needs he'd have her 'hit the road.'
Brenda just smiled and shook her head. How on earth can this be happening again? She really needed to talk to HR.
"Okay Mr. Tory, your the boss..."