Christopher straightened his black tie and brushed his hands over his suit, before pushing open the door to the business director's office. He was one of the sales representatives of the Philly group, where he worked, and he was in a hurry to make his meeting. “How many times have I told you," snapped an annoyed voice from inside the office, “knock on my door before you come in? Is it really that hard to remember?”A smile taking over his face, Christopher smiled at his wife, his cheeks puffing up with amusement, “Laura, my wife, can you stop reminding me of the rules?” As she frowned, the smile on his face turned bitter, until it was gone completely. He had expected her to scold him, but nevertheless, the look on her face hurt his feelings, made him a little sad. Glaring at her husband, Laura, his wife, said, “you know, just because I am your wife, I have tried to cut you some slack. You have been working here for three months, haven't you?” she asked, easing a brow in disapprova

Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Christopher looked around. It was early, and smoking publicly was frowned upon, but he had had quite a day, and dealing with all of the day's happenings sober was more than he could do.Exhaling the cloud of smoke, he hung up the call and decided on what to do next in order to make the ultimatum possible. His next stop was the corporate headquarters downtown. One of the largest companies in San Clemente, it was the best place for him to begin to attempt to meet his goal. It was one of his most frequented places, especially since he had been frequenting them for months, responsible for distributing flyers to their offices. Before going into the building, he smoothed down his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror, making sure that none of the stress he felt was evident on his face. Upon getting down from his car, he walked into the reception area and went to meet the receptionists, a saccharine set smile on his face. They had always give

As he shut the door to the gate, Christopher took in a deep breath. He was late, and he had no idea what the reception would be like. Living with his family-in-law was humiliating for anybody, but with personalities like the ones in the family, there was sure to be even more humiliation. Opening the door, he walked in, immediately facing criticism from Laura's family for his late arrival. Jim and Melody, her older brother and mother, both harped on him immediately, expressing their frustration at his inability to arrive back home on time. “Do you see the time?” asked Jim, pointing at the clock, “Where have you been all day? Are you trying to intentionally make the family starve?” Joining in on the bandwagon, Melody accused him of neglect, poking at his chest. “You think you are better than this, huh? You think you are now too good to cook for us? Do you think you are too good for this family? Because newsflash, you are not.” Pulling her hand gently away from his chest, Christopher

Alone on the bed with his thoughts, Christopher began to think about the dinner that was coming up between his wife and Rivera. From the drop in he had gotten at his desk, he knew that Rivers had ulterior motives to seduce his wife. There was the possibility that he was lying, or just bluffing, but knowing Rivera, the intent was very present. With a sigh of irritation, at Rivera, at himself, and the entire situation, he got up and opened the door, walking into the dining area with a wide smile on his face. The rest of the family was gathered at the table, and as he walked in, they all went silent, turning to look at him. The tension was palpable enough to cut through with a knife, and he took his seat beside Laura, still smiling. As dishes were passed and everyone took on the amount of food they could finish, Christopher noted that he was getting a number of furtive stares. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored, and began to eat. The regular conversation of everyone asking how the ot

Upstairs, Christopher went to his work desk and continued to work, ignoring the snickers of his co-workers as they came into the shared office space. “Yo, Christopher,” laughed Tim, the office jester, “you're getting fired today! If I was you I wouldn't even have bothered to come into work today. ” Intentionally, Christopher decided to it ore it just like he had ignored Moss earlier that day. Walking out of the elevator, River approached Christopher and began to mock him. “I called you while you were downstairs, and you ignored me. Do you have any idea just how disrespectful that is? Today is the day you will lose your job, so you might as well just do as I tell you.” “That… is my job,” muttered Christopher. “There's no way you think that I should be doing anything different.”“Talking back, I see. No worries. The clock will soon strike 9:00am, and you will no longer work here, you waste of space.” Ignoring him, Christopher continued to type on his keyboard, logging in the rest o