The Top Job.

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The Top Job

 A vast empire. An empire of widespread globalization with profitable dominance. A transfixed figure stands on the 56th floor of his own tower, gazing at the stretched New York City skyline, a feeling of self satisfaction and accomplishment runs through his body like the shiver down fear’s victim’s spine. He smirks, and then swallows some of his manly pride, while turning to the attention of other white collared men. However unlike his contemporaries, who are content for a ‘major minor’ role, he knows there are none in this room, none down the hall and none in this building could ever challenge his job, what job? The ‘top job.’

  Two floors down, amongst the hustle and bustle of productive workplace, a young man stares almost blankly but in awe at his computer screen whilst in the secrecy of his office. ‘PARKER: HE CAME, HE SAW, HE OWNS ALL’ reads the truthful headline, and with swift disgust he turns away. Head in his hands, tired, he sighs violently, then looks out his office window for some consultation or consolation. Coming towards his office a tall, olive skinned figure of beauty and purity may be the provider of both.

  ‘Tough night for you?’ she inquires sarcastically as she enters the room with poise.

  ‘Give me a break Tara, how can I sleep with this tyrant steals my limelight?’ he says with disgust but caution.

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  ‘Come on Brad, take a look at yourself, and look around this office, this floor. You’re better than this. You deserve more than this. Not even a spot on the board of directors? Instead they give you this and look at yourself….I’d like to see Sonny Parker lying in the gutter with....’

   ‘Enough Tara!’ Brad exclaimed with anger but disappointment. ‘Sonny has been a good friend to me, how can you say these things. Sure he got promoted and since then he’s taken everything I’ve ever wanted to achieve…. (Sigh)... He deserves it Tara’ he mellowed, while slumping ...

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