Jeremiah sat on his office chair, grumbling under his breathe. It was 11 o'clock at night and he wanted to be home. He hated waiting for phone calls, especially for stupid son-of-a-bitches who just kept messing him about.
The business deal wasn't perfect, but he knew that his boss would never forgive him if he went home and left this opportunity after his joint work with the owner of the company he was waiting for the phone call from, Standford Corp.
Jerimiah was a man of average build with a short beard and a fake smile. Jerimiah hated working for the company, but the money was good and he got some of his company's shares. Plus, working there had it's perks. For example, he could have the company vehicles and take himself up North to watch his favourite football team play, Manchester United. He also got to use the company mobile and called abroad to speak to his uncle from Spain and would call chat up lines and such that he would make sure were above average rate (his philosophy was, if he was working his butt off at the job, the company owed him). Of course, the company didn't complain as he was on senior management and there was already a problem with lack of staff.
Jerimiah didn't really care what the companies problems were, he just used them to his advantage. The perks outweighed the negatives, but this time he was begining to wonder if this day would make an acception.
He decided he was going to ask for a pay rise.
He just felt that if he was going to be having to work overtime that he should get more than £15 per hour.
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"Jerimiah Marthins will pay," I muttered under my breathe. The greedy accountant was whining and complaining about his position when many of us have far worse of conditions, but we don't complain. We get on with our lives, and enjoy the work we do.
That's why I come to be here now, I am following the philosophy of the Seven Deadly Sins. I mean, i'm not religious - but you don't have to be religious to realise these actions are disgraceful and disgusting for humanity.
Jerimiah was Greed, and therefore he would die greedily.
As I walk down the corridor (with the window that I smashed, though I doubt the git noticed, was probably too busy counting his money) and am toying with the knife between my fingers. I smile contently, knowing I am doing the right thing. The door to his office rests infront of me and I open it abruptly, holding my knife in the air with contempt.
"Get down you greedy shit," I say, growling at the man before me with such dislike, "And say goodbye to life."
I lunge forward and stab him in the stomach once, letting his blood swim on the floor and surround his body in a little swimming pool... His blood was just as greedy as he was. After another stab, then another, I stand up. I take hold of the money on his desk (over £2000) and then with my knife, slit his stomach open.
His heart had little dent marks, no doubt from the blade in which punctured it. I take the money, which is now drenched with red poison and then stuff it between his heart and lungs.
Money made his life, money takes his life... Money can be his life.
I walk away, leaving the knife in him. They wont find me, they can't. I work in mysterious ways that no forensics can work out. I can do what others before me can't, but I wont tell you what.
Not yet anyway, not until I finished with the other six...1
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oooooo intresting idea!
I liked it.
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you've a few spelling errors "breathe" should be "breath" for example
I find the second paragraph to be a little confusing. If you reworded it or perhaps added a few more details that could be easily fixed.
"his favourite football team play, Manchester United. " should be "his favourite football team, Manchester United, play. " otherwise you're making it sound like your favorite team is going to play this team.
with the window that I smashed, this is confusing as well. What about the window?
You're skipping your tenses a lot, double checking that would make it flow a little better. Otherwise I've enjoyed this story and if you're continuing it I'd like to read the rest. Just leave me a message when the next chapter's up *smiles.
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