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David works in a small cubicle with minimal amenities. He is approached by his supervisor, Jake, who confronts him about being late and potentially facing termination. Jake physically assaults David and escorts him to his office on the 76th floor. Jake's office is designed to intimidate employees, with a wrestling ring, violent TV shows, and a collection of guns. Jake berates David for sitting without permission, but their conversation is interrupted by a call from the building manager. Jake reveals that David will have a private meeting with the manager, making it difficult for David to report the abuse he has endured. Chapter 5 Going to the Manager David worked in a tiny cubicle that was half the size of the bedroom. In the cubicle was a small display monitor with a small computer. He was also given a keyboard and a mouse. Besides the door, there was nothing else in the cubicle. Food and drink was only allowed in the break area. David heard that when someone had mentioned this to the manager, he had said, No, actually, less supervisors are allowed food and drink in their workspace. In fact, to have access to a nice staff room with a chef. The manager also said that employees could meet each other as employees higher up the ladder were allowed to call for lower employees as long as they were not already in conference or even higher employees. David cursed as Jake Kimmel walked into his cubicle with a smile on his face. Oh, looks like somebody is in big trouble. Dave nodded. While he wanted to tell Jake, his supervisor, he really, really hated to fuck off. He knew that this would result in the loss of his position and with it, his pay. Instead, he tried to be respectful and said, Oh, could you just possibly explain what you meant by that? Jake came over to him, long fingers on his left hand, digging into Dave's neck. Well, guess what, ugly, said Jake, cackling angrily. Dave shrugged. No, I don't know what you would be here for. Jake scowled and squeezed Dave's neck. Go on, have a guess. Dave gulped as much as he could with Jake's fingers in his throat. I guess maybe you're here to tell me that my break time has changed. Jake smiled. No, that's not what I'm here for. He punched Dave in the stomach and began, I just got a message saying you're late. And well, I also had a look at your history and it seems as if you're on the hook for some firing. Jake had drawn a little rock from his pocket and had hit him on the side of the head with each word he said. Dave grew panicked. Jake, look, it's just a mistake. Dave knew there was no way Jake would do anything but said it anyway. Jake pushed him to the ground and stood on his shoulder. Oh, it's just a mistake, is it? Is that what it is? You should have told me it was just a mistake. Well, with four mistakes, you should know by now. Once Jake let him get up, he was pushed out the door. You're going to my office, you ugly little slime. Called out Jake. Dave followed Jake up the stairs to floor 76. Jake's office interior had been designed by him. In one corner was a small wrestling ring where he liked to hit employees. On the other hand, one wall was a massive TV that played a variety of violent shows and movies. On the walls were small collections of guns. And the desk was so high that when Jake sat down in an also long-legged chair, his feet barely touched the ground. In comparison, all the other chairs had such short legs that when Dave was in Jake's office and he sat down, he had to bend his legs so that he touched his neck. However, when he did sit down, Jake's voice grew angry. Ugly, did you just fucking sit down without asking me? Uh, oh, um, yes, sorry about that. I was- You, ugly, are being stupid. That's what you are. You, as usual, are being a sick little piece of sh- The phone rang. Its shrill ringing would have caused Jake to ordinarily tell the caller to call somebody else. But this caller was the manager for the entire building. Jake listened as the manager gave him orders. Jake put down the phone and looked up at Dave with a smile on his face. Wow, ugly, aren't you just lucky. Imagine all the other employees who've never met the manager but you. You get to meet them and all alone. So nobody can corroborate any stories of being beaten almost to death. Correct.