From the bird’s eye view, up so high

You’ll stand tall and’ll never die

You will grow your wings and fuckin fly

Just like all of the greats and I

I’ve grown my damn wings and flown

While all those slackers cry and moan

‘Bout how their wings won’t ever grow

But Truth be told I’ve broken bones

And I’ve let my heart rust out

Just to get these damn things to sprout

All those ants watch me fly about

All while I gain this rapper clout.

She could pick up hints of her boss blabbing on about 'how this wasn't supposed to be what American made meant,' and 'how the company is the best off it could be'. By the time her boss was finished the coworker was already scrambling away.

The tall suited figure of her boss approached before pulling out some cash and handing it to the intern. He slowly glanced down at his watch then up at her.

"Go off and get plain black coffee from that cafe down the street. You know which one I'm talkin' about?"

The intern nodded her head as she stood slowly stood up. Her boss's eye glared at her before glancing down at his watch.

"Be back in ten minutes."

At that, she was off down towards the little cafe.

The intern rushed into the office building, with the hot coffee threatening to cover her hands in third-degree burns. She kept thinking that maybe if there were fewer people in the line she might've been here on time. Though, at this time that didn't matter, what did was her internship. Her eyes began to pan around the room catching sight of a clock insulting her of for being so close to time. She took a deep breath in before bolting down the building once again. During her charge, she failed to notice the eccentric house plants and the all too invested workers.

She halted on the recently cleaned tile causing scar-like skidmarks to appear. She slowly drew in a breath as she straightened up hoping to God, that she didn't look like the wreck she was. Her hand ran through her hair while she attempted to compose herself as much as possible. At last, her shaking hand reached down to the door handle, and slowly opened it with a click.

What greeted her on the other side of the door was her boss with a grin just a bit too wide. His wide eyes stared at her as she stepped in

"Oh, Katie, it's great to see you here! How's everything been? Family been okay?" Her boss asked in an almost too friendly voice. She stepped toward him staring at the suit-clad man.

"Yeah, they've been…fine," Her voice sounded weak as she approached him. She set down the coffee and placed it in front of her boss.

"Ah, trying to bribe me, eh?" He asked prior to letting loose a childish chuckle. She stood above him a confused look spread across her face.


"Oh, you rascal! You know exactly what you're doing! You want to be apart of my brilliant plan for the company, am I not wrong?" His arrogant smile quickly returned before he finished his speech, "Well how about it, would you like to join?"

"I…I don't even know what you're talking about," She softly admitted. Her head hung low as thoughts raced through her mind. Had he recently sent out an email that she didn't see? Maybe this a big company prank. She might've missed something in a meeting. Her heart raced as her boss stared at her. Suddenly he burst out in laughter. He took a second before wiping away a tear.

"Ahah… Oh, golly I haven't laughed this hard in years," He said before going into another fit, "Oh man you are always a prankster."

"How… How is this even funny?" She thought before shrugging it off if it kept her internship she was just fine with it.

"Alrighty, alrighty… let's get serious here now," He said upon catching his breath, "I'm planning on investing all of this year's payroll capital into Hokkaido tuna futures, as long as the weather all good and peachy, we should be rich by twenty-ninety-five,"

"What?" She looked on in concern as he confidently waved his hand back and forth.

"I know, I know, it's absolutely crazy, isn't it? It's true though, you can get up to a fifty percent production increase if, you paint a room grey rather than black,"

"Wait, what about the tuna?"

"Tuna? Tastes awful, why did you ask?"

"You were saying that you were investing in tuna?"

"Psh, tuna? No, no, no, the real money is in Slam-Poetry. That's why I'm taking out a loan on this building just to invest in that little bar, the one down the street on the left, poetry night! Isn't that perfect, we should double our profit in fifty years!" He sent out his hands in a grandiose gesture. His eyes stayed glued to her as his smile, almost impossibly, got wider.

"Isn't that bar going under?"

"Not after slam poetry is coming to it!"


"Didn't you hear me? I said we're going to invest eighty percent of this year's profits into making a dating sim about my third cousin's best friend,"

"What about the poetry? Or the tuna?"

"Psh, fish on the first date is an awful idea but, poetry isn't too bad."

"Why her best friend, we should be daring, why not her worst enemy?” She froze when the words left her mouth, what was she doing?

“Ah-ha! That’s brilliant! I like how you think kid, your gonna go far in the business world!”

“Thanks?” Her voice quivered as she began to wonder.

“Now then, onto the office problem, this office is plain, an easy way for workers to get bored, ya feel?”

“Of course,”

“So, we should paint it hot pink, it’s a calming and bright color, you know,”

“What about robins egg blue, it won’t distract their eyes,”

“And your saying mine would?”

“Yes, it’s somewhat ridiculous,”

“Ha- oh man, your ballsy kid, your gonna go awful far with that attitude. Oh man, heh-heh. Well, I’m gonna be off to the bathroom, when I get back we can discuss our new partnership,”

“Wait? What?”

“Calm down, I’ll explain it when I get back slim,” and at that he whisked himself out of desk and toom, leaving her all alone. She shook at the drafts passing through the room, strange how it only came now. What the hell was going on? She got up, her curiosity could no longer be held down.

She walked around to the front of the desk glancing over the various reports when she spotted a small flash, flickering on and off of the screen. One new email… her hand hovered over the mouse curious as to what it could've been.


The sound was a gunshot to the silence; the screen flashed a bright white as it opened up the program and the message:

Hello there Mr. Roi,

This is a customer service email letting you know that our representatives have successfully dropped off our latest product to you Negotium Ficus. If you have any problems please let us know and send us back an email and we will let you know within four to five business days.

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