The Higher Up You Go...Mature

Benjamin Carson proudly sat behind his desk, gazing around the opulent space of his new office. He folded his arms behind his head and put his feet up on the desk, admiring not only his new workspace, but his new suit.

The promotion he had  recently received was not without its advantages; increased salary, greater benefits, more vacation days, and an office on the top floor with large windows that offered a near-panoramic view of the city of San Tenebris.

His close friend and co-worker Pauline stood at the entrance to his office, looking out at the rest of the floor through the glass walls, taking in her and Benjamin's surroundings.

"So what do you think?" she asked with a grin. "How's it feel to be a bigshot now?"

"Pretty damn good," said Benjamin. "Nothing quite like a promotion and a raise to boost a guy's ego."

"Yeah, well don't get too cocky," said Pauline. "Like I always say, the higher up you go, the higher the shit stacks with you." Benjamin chuckled.

"I like that," he said. "We ought to put that on a coffee mug."

"Now that'd be quite a conversation piece."

"Didn't you say you know a guy who - " A knock at the door was heard, and Larry Goldstein, the CEO and Benjamin's boss, walked in.

"How are you today, Benny boy?" he asked.

"Quite well sir," said Benjamin, straightening in his chair.

"Ah, no need for that 'sir' crap, call me Larry," he said. "Just let me know if you're having trouble settling in."

"Heh, can't see that happening si- Larry," Benjamin replied.

"Good, said Larry, beginning to strut about the office. "Because I want you to know something, Benny. In this town, in this business, you either make it or break it; get to the top or die trying. I know it sounds cliched, but you see..."

Larry's speech was slowly interrupted by an airplane flying overhead, the sound of its engines temporarily drowning all sound in the room, yet he continued, gesturing towards the window, as if making a dramatic statement about the socioeconomic climate of San Tenebris. Suddenly, Benjamin heard a crack come from the window, and Larry fell to the ground like a ragdoll. Pauline screamed, and Benjamin's gaze shifted towards Larry, lying dead on the floor, blood and glass fragments covering his forehead. A hole had appeared in the window, surrounded by cracks in the glass, with more fragments scattered on the floor. Benjamin was shaking, crouched behind his desk, while Pauline whimpered slightly. The rest of the floor soon turned to panic and chaos.

Benjamin's BlackBerry vibrated inside his pocket. Slowly, he pulled it out, and when the screen illuminated, he saw that he had received a text message.

"You're welcome."

The End

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