Psycho

chapter 24

The disrespect

Tw this scene contains violence and blood

It's been about a week after the incident with Meadow and I've made sure that isa's available , if not I've found a daycare centre for her just in case . I need to maintain my professionalism.

This Monday morning I was seated at my desk with piles of paper work that accumulated over the weekend.

What I didn't know is that minding my own business would be a problem for some people .

The clock struck 12 for our lunch break but I had too much work to do so I typed while I ate a sandwich I had packed from home.

I was distributed by a hand slamming on my desk . Looking up I see the red haired white man that I met the day I was offered this job

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it must be so pathetic eating the scraps of people " I looked up and saw the 2 gentlemen staring at me

" are you even fit to be a moth-"

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His name is Leonardo . To say the least his personality is just atrocious. He's rude and dare I say racist so I wonder what he wanted to say to me when I was already pissed off

" Johnson "

" Bianchi " I say internally rolling my eyes as he trailed his finger on my desk as if checking for dust.

I was livid when he pulled a tissue out of the box on my desk and wiped his finger . This nigga-

" you know Johnson I was supposed to be promoted to be Mr Romano's secretary " he said glaring at me

" so ?"

"So?!" He scoffed " you stole my job Johnson "

" quite frankly Bianchi I didn't steal anything maybe Mr Romano sat that you were inadequate for this position " I remark laying my chin on my tented fingers and smiled before rolling my eyes and typing my on my laptop.

" you probably spread your damn hairy legs monkey "

I stood up abruptly and braced my hands on the table

" repeat what you just said Bianchi " I say gritting my teeth trying to remain calm

" you hairy whore, you slept for your position "

I grab him by his tie wrapping my hand around it and slam his head on my desk repeatedly

Once satisfied I gripped his red hair with my other hand

" I've worked and been through too much to be degraded by you so do you have anything else to say "

" nigga" he said spitting in my face .

My fist flee towards his face but it didn't land someone held my wrist without thinking about it I launched my elbow backwards until I left the grip on my wrist loosen and I took that as an opportunity to lung myself at the red haired prick who had the audacity to call me a slur that was used to degrade my ancestors for years