Mason smiled in the dark as the screen changed to one of Ronald in the women's bathroom, trying to convince them to give up their positions and retire, but the women looked apprehensive and confused, mostly because Ronald looked so at ease in a female designated area, and didn't even flinch when they tried to subtly hint that he should not be there. He simply brushed it away. “Do not worry. I have spent half my life in women's bathrooms.” He said airily, and the ladies exchanged wary looks as they backed away from him and his strangeness slowly, but Ronald was so overcome with his supposed mission, that he didn't even look closely enough to notice their apprehension. The murmuring in the hall steadily increased as a clear path was formed around Ronald and he stood in the middle like some pariah. <

Mr Brown was a very important part of the board with a whooping ten percent shares how could one expect him not to be? But the respect and reverence he received of course got to Brown's head, he began to secretly desire something else, stronger than he had ever desired anything on earth.The former chairman of the corporation was getting worse health wise, a face Brown made sure everyone was aware of, and before long, deliberations were held, all voting to expel him from his position. He was unanimously voted to be the next chairman, Mr Wilde's lack of an heir apparent a glaring fact.So on the day Mr Brown was to hold his first conference as the new Chairman, a sudden heir was suddenly introduced as the hidden grandson of the chairman, and Mr Brown had never felt more humiliated nor slighted.And it only got worse when he found out Mason was nothing but a peasant suddenly brought into the world of the wealthy, a nouveau riche if you will, and Brown gnashed his teeth so hard they were

“Buzzzzzzz '' The sound seemed to come from all around them, and Mason could do nothing but turn frantically around. A part of him was shocked by Brown's sly scheme, while the other part was quite impressed by it. It was perfect really, perfect in the sense that no one would ever believe it was an orchestration, he would have died in the middle of nowhere, and none would be the wiser. “Relax gentlemen. It's only bees.” Brown smirked arrogantly, his eyes trained on Mason for any sign of unease, and Mason carefully avoided his gaze in an effort to seem oblivious. “Relax?! Those vile creatures are the nastiest little bug to ever grace the earth’s surface!” One screamed, as they ran for cover but the only shade in sight were trees. “Nast