The empty clip fell out of the glock just like it did in the films and for a second Graham felt like he was in a James Bond movie. He slowly got out of his chair and went across to look in the mirror. Miraculously he didn't have a spot of blood on him. His black hair was slightly skew-whiff and his tie was loose but he looked the picture of professionality. He suddenly became aware of the whimpering coming from the corner of the room and thought the fucker might still be alive. Straightening his salmon tie and running his fingers through his sweat drenched barnet he made his way over to Mr Simonds desk. The old bastard was hunched over his own name plate; one hand still on the intercom trying to buzz security. Graham lifted his head. the bullet hole was still there. Actually 'hole' was an understatement. At the range Graham had blasted him it was more of a crater. You could have dropped your iphone through his forehead now and it would hit the back of the leather chair he was slouched on. There was no way an injury like this would leave anyone whimpering yet Graham could still hear it so he put his ear to Mr Simonds mouth. Nothing. No words, no noises, no breath. Of course there wasn't. Three bullets to the chest and one in the forehead would have been enough to shut up Eddie Scrooge let alone the manager of a customer service department.
'Not saying anything are you Mr Simonds?' Graham whispered to the corpse. 'Should have given me the Christmas hamper I deserved last year'. he paused before daring an inuslt to his old boss. 'You Jerkoff.' Still nothing from Mr Simonds and yet the whimpering continued.
He realised that the noise was actually coming from the corner of the room. More specifically it was coming form Daryl in the corner of the room. Graham holstered the pistol.
'You can stop crying Daryl. You haven't done anything wrong and I'll be on my way soon enough.'
It didn't stop the blubbing.
'You k k killed him....You said you just wanted to play a prank on him for making you redundant.'
Graham laughed. 'Are you seriously telling me you can't see the funny side in this. Come on Daryl the guy was a wanker. You should be thanking me for this. Your next manager will probably be some big titted milf with a passion for IT support workers.'
The door opened and someone entered the room. They had their head down as they looked at some files in their hand.
'Sorry to barge in Mr Simonds but I did knock and you said you wanted the weekly reports as soo...' Graham didn't have time to think. he pulled the glock out and fired.
CLICK
He fired again
CLICK
Balls he thought. He hadn't put a new clip in. The man was beginning to look up and was about to see the sight of a man holding a gun, the corpse of his boss slumped over a desk and a bawling IT worker on the floor. Graham had to think fast. He flung his gun at the guys head with surprising accuracy. He fell to the floor shouting 'OWWW.'Graham ran over with Mr Simonds hole punch and started battering him over the head with it. He screamed in pain but the hole-punch and Grahams inferior strength were not a good combination and he remained alive. He removed the guys tie and saw to his pleasure that it was Henry from Accounts who was a total asshole. 'It's OK Daryl', he called over. It's just Henry from accounts. I'll strangle him quickly and be on my way!'
After he had finished strangling Henry Graham Inch headed out of the building. A few people passed him on his way and expressed their sorries and it's always the best ones about his forced redundancy. He smiled and said it was OK as he had plans. One girl gave him a kiss on the cheek and wished him luck. A few gave him their numbers and told him to text them if he ever wanted to meet for a drink and bitch about Mr Simonds. Graham thanked them all and made his way out of the front door of Scrooge & Marley Inc. SHIT! He was halfway down the main gangway entrance when he realised he had forgotten about about Mel. He was half tempted to leave without seeing her but he remembered her pretty blond hair and beautiful blue eyes and knew he couldn't. He turned on his heels and headed back in. Mel was the receptionist at S&M Inc and always had a kind word for Graham. He thought they might have actually something serious going on until he had summoned up the courage to ask her on a date and been informed that she was already seeing Henry from accounts. Initially devastated Graham had enlisted Daryl to hack into her email where he had discovered that she had only gone with Henry because he got paid more than Graham and had less of a receding hairline.
'Oh hey Graham'. she beamed as he approached her desk. 'I'm absolutely gutted about whats happened to you. It's a real shitter. You must meet me and Henry for drinks and see if he can't fix you up with something yeah?'
'Henrys a douche' Graham replied before shooting her twice in the chest. He made his way round the back of the desk and pulled her head back. He placed the gun under her chin. 'And I am not fucking receding. It's just the way it's cut'. He pulled the trigger. Part of her brain hit the ceiling fan.
'Are you supposed to be round there?' a middle aged fat woman complained as he made his way out, casually look back as he saw Mels body comically slide off the chair onto the wooden flooring. He made his way down to the car where a traffic warden was giving him a ticket. To be fair he had parked in the disabled bay as he thought he was only going to be a few minutes and wanted to make a quick getaway. It wasn't the traffic wardens fault, he was just doing his job. Graham Inch decided to do something nice for his fellow man and holstered his weapon. He strolled up to the car as the warden turned to him and shrugged. 'Sorry bud, just doing my job'.
'I know' said Graham smiling before pulling out his small axe and burying it in the wardens wrist. He thought it would cut the hand off straight away but it just got stuck as it buried into his bone. He tried to wrench it free but it was going nowhere and the warden kept trying to grab him. 'I'm sorry!' Graham shouted before getting in the car and speeding away. He felt bad for the warden and also for leaving the axe. But he knew today couldn't possibly run completely smoothly and he would have to improvise at some point. He put on the radio and Mariah Carey started belting out Christmas hits. Today was going to be a good day.
'Not saying anything are you Mr Simonds?' Graham whispered to the corpse. 'Should have given me the Christmas hamper I deserved last year'. he paused before daring an inuslt to his old boss. 'You Jerkoff.' Still nothing from Mr Simonds and yet the whimpering continued.
He realised that the noise was actually coming from the corner of the room. More specifically it was coming form Daryl in the corner of the room. Graham holstered the pistol.
'You can stop crying Daryl. You haven't done anything wrong and I'll be on my way soon enough.'
It didn't stop the blubbing.
'You k k killed him....You said you just wanted to play a prank on him for making you redundant.'
Graham laughed. 'Are you seriously telling me you can't see the funny side in this. Come on Daryl the guy was a wanker. You should be thanking me for this. Your next manager will probably be some big titted milf with a passion for IT support workers.'
The door opened and someone entered the room. They had their head down as they looked at some files in their hand.
'Sorry to barge in Mr Simonds but I did knock and you said you wanted the weekly reports as soo...' Graham didn't have time to think. he pulled the glock out and fired.
CLICK
He fired again
CLICK
Balls he thought. He hadn't put a new clip in. The man was beginning to look up and was about to see the sight of a man holding a gun, the corpse of his boss slumped over a desk and a bawling IT worker on the floor. Graham had to think fast. He flung his gun at the guys head with surprising accuracy. He fell to the floor shouting 'OWWW.'Graham ran over with Mr Simonds hole punch and started battering him over the head with it. He screamed in pain but the hole-punch and Grahams inferior strength were not a good combination and he remained alive. He removed the guys tie and saw to his pleasure that it was Henry from Accounts who was a total asshole. 'It's OK Daryl', he called over. It's just Henry from accounts. I'll strangle him quickly and be on my way!'
After he had finished strangling Henry Graham Inch headed out of the building. A few people passed him on his way and expressed their sorries and it's always the best ones about his forced redundancy. He smiled and said it was OK as he had plans. One girl gave him a kiss on the cheek and wished him luck. A few gave him their numbers and told him to text them if he ever wanted to meet for a drink and bitch about Mr Simonds. Graham thanked them all and made his way out of the front door of Scrooge & Marley Inc. SHIT! He was halfway down the main gangway entrance when he realised he had forgotten about about Mel. He was half tempted to leave without seeing her but he remembered her pretty blond hair and beautiful blue eyes and knew he couldn't. He turned on his heels and headed back in. Mel was the receptionist at S&M Inc and always had a kind word for Graham. He thought they might have actually something serious going on until he had summoned up the courage to ask her on a date and been informed that she was already seeing Henry from accounts. Initially devastated Graham had enlisted Daryl to hack into her email where he had discovered that she had only gone with Henry because he got paid more than Graham and had less of a receding hairline.
'Oh hey Graham'. she beamed as he approached her desk. 'I'm absolutely gutted about whats happened to you. It's a real shitter. You must meet me and Henry for drinks and see if he can't fix you up with something yeah?'
'Henrys a douche' Graham replied before shooting her twice in the chest. He made his way round the back of the desk and pulled her head back. He placed the gun under her chin. 'And I am not fucking receding. It's just the way it's cut'. He pulled the trigger. Part of her brain hit the ceiling fan.
'Are you supposed to be round there?' a middle aged fat woman complained as he made his way out, casually look back as he saw Mels body comically slide off the chair onto the wooden flooring. He made his way down to the car where a traffic warden was giving him a ticket. To be fair he had parked in the disabled bay as he thought he was only going to be a few minutes and wanted to make a quick getaway. It wasn't the traffic wardens fault, he was just doing his job. Graham Inch decided to do something nice for his fellow man and holstered his weapon. He strolled up to the car as the warden turned to him and shrugged. 'Sorry bud, just doing my job'.
'I know' said Graham smiling before pulling out his small axe and burying it in the wardens wrist. He thought it would cut the hand off straight away but it just got stuck as it buried into his bone. He tried to wrench it free but it was going nowhere and the warden kept trying to grab him. 'I'm sorry!' Graham shouted before getting in the car and speeding away. He felt bad for the warden and also for leaving the axe. But he knew today couldn't possibly run completely smoothly and he would have to improvise at some point. He put on the radio and Mariah Carey started belting out Christmas hits. Today was going to be a good day.
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