Kyle 1
by Muscle Fan 



Note: Reader's comments are always welcomed. This particular story was
suggested by a fan of Diana's Library. Thanks, I hope you enjoy the story.

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My name is Margo and I'm, well, let's just say that it's never polite to ask a
woman her age. I graduated with a degree in chemistry from a well renowned
university and went on to get my masters and ultimately a doctorate. If you
were to call me an over achiever, I might actually agree with you, but what's
wrong with that? Actually I don't think that many of my colleagues even know
about my academic background.

I joined Biomax Labs nearly twenty years ago, working part time while I was
going to school. I was a lab assistant then and have worked my way up to
office manager. Not the career path I had hoped for but one that keeps me
close to one of my passions; research and development.

As office manager, I oversee the day to day operations of Biomax, its staff,
structure and equipment. It would be a prestigious job for anyone, but my
interest lie more in the labs than in the ledgers.

One of my other passions is Kyle. Kyle is a dark haired handsome man about ten
years my junior. He is athletic, with chiseled features and an easy going
disposition. Unfortunately for me, Kyle only has eyes for Lindsey. Lindsey,
the pretty, pert lab assistant who, I'm sure could bed Kyle in a minute if she
gave him the least bit of encouragement. Lindsey, worked out in the company's
gym most mornings. She, like Kyle, was athletic and could be found using one
of the universal machines, riding one of the bikes or walking on the
elliptical machine. I know when I was her age I never had a body like
Lindsey's. My few forays into the company gym always left me feeling a bit
intimidated with Lindsey there.

One particular morning, I entered the gym, which is in the basement of our
building, and was immediately drawn to Lindsey practically running on the
elliptical machine. A sheen of sweat coated her back as pumped her legs. Her
Spandex shorts and sports bra were soaked.

I made my way through the maze of equipment to the women's locker room to
change into my workout gear. As I was unbuttoning my blouse, Lindsey came in,
running a towel across her short cropped raven hair. "Oh, Margo, I didn't see
you come in, how are you?" she asked. I stopped what I was doing in part
because I had never been comfortable being naked in the presence of other
women and in part because I wanted to watch Lindsey.

"I'm good, thanks," I said, "How are you. You look like you've had quite a
workout." She opened her locker and crossing her arms, drew her sports bra
over her head, and casually tossed it in the locker. She turned and I couldn't
help but notice her breasts, small, yet firm with light brown small areolas
topped with a small nipple, the antithesis of my breasts.

"Yeah," Lindsey said, as she continued to undress, "I was pushing it today."
Now, totally naked, she withdrew a towel from her locker and said, "Well, off
to the shower, have a good workout." I watched as her firm butt swayed as she
walked to the shower room. Oh, to be younger, I thought to myself. I'd have
Kyle and any man I wanted eating out of the palm of my hand, and I chuckled as
I slipped into my shorts and over-sized T-shirt.

Later that morning as I was going through the correspondence in my in-basket,
an inner office memo caught my eye. Normally I simple scan these to see where
it needed to be routed or filed. This particular memo was from the head of R&D
to our corporate vice president of marketing. Basically it outlined that the
lab people had developed a muscle enhancement drug that showed promise.
Further trials would be needed, but, the memo went on to say, it was hoped
that side effects would be minimal and results better than expected. This
sounded interesting, I thought as I folded the memo and put it in my desk
drawer.

No sooner had I shut my drawer than Lindsey walked in with a folder. "These
are the latest supply requests," she said, "Kyle asked me to bring them up."
Lindsey was now wearing her lab coat, but I couldn't help but get the picture
of her naked out of my mind.

"Thanks," I said, "you can just put it there in the in-basket." She did and
turned to leave, but stopped and turned, "How did your workout go this
morning?" she asked. "Oh," I said, "it was good. Not as intense as yours but I
got my heart rate up. I just need to change things up a bit." She now turned
back to face me and said, "Change things up, how?"

"Well," I said, "you know firm things up. Seeing you this morning just
reminded me how out of shape I am." "Nonsense, Margo, you're in great shape,"
she said as only sweet Lindsey would say. It was really hard to dislike this
woman.

"I thought about doing some free weight exercises," I said, "but I don't want
to get muscular." She smiled and said, "If you did that, Kyle would be
groveling at your feet in no time." "What?" I asked, not believing what she
had just said. "I said, Kyle is in to muscular women," Lindsey said. Really, I
thought, that's interesting. "I thought you and Kyle might be an item," I
said. Lindsey smiled and said, "Well, just between us, Kyle is in to the
muscular women, no, we're just friends and co-workers, so please don't tell
him I mentioned about his desire, I like Kyle and don't want to lose him as a
friend." "Lindsey," I said, "don't worry, whatever we talk about is just
between us girls, OK?" "OK, thanks," she said and smiled and turned once again
and left my office.

Well, I thought, that's interesting. I thought Kyle and Lindsey's relationship
was more than it is. And what's with Kyle liking muscular women, is it a
mommy-complex. I wonder if he wants some woman to replace his mother.

I opened my drawer and withdrew the memo I had put in there. I read it again
and then yet again. Muscle enhancement, I thought, I wonder what that would do
for me?

The rest of day dragged by and as day turned into evening, I found myself
thinking of Kyle, muscles, muscle enhancement drugs and even Lindsey. I
glanced at the clock and it was nearly six o'clock. I got up and rather than
take the elevator, decided to take the stairs instead.

Rather than leave immediately, I stopped on the floor where the labs were. I
entered the lab of the team that was working on the experimental drug for
muscle growth. I went directly to the refrigerator and found several vials
there. Computer printed labels gave the code for what the vials contained. The
code was mentioned in the memo I had still tucked away in my desk drawer, so
locating the appropriate bottle was no problem.

I held it up and looked at the liquid. Hmm, I thought, this could be risky,
but no risk, no reward. I found where the team kept the syringes and withdrew
5cc's of fluid into the chamber and set the needle aside. I removed my suit
jacket and flexed my arm several times. A vein appeared in the crook of my arm
and I plunged the needle in, slowly and steadily injecting the fluid into the
vein.

I withdrew the syringe and put it in the plastic container on the wall,
disposing of the evidence, I thought. I replaced the bottle in the
refrigerator and shrugged into my jacket. I left the building saying good
night to the security officer and drove to my apartment several miles away.

While I wasn't particularly hungry, I knew I had to eat, so I prepared a
chicken breast, a little broccoli and poured myself a glass of merlot. No
sooner than I had finished and cleared the dishes than fatigue set in. Taking
my wine into the bathroom I adjusted the water temperature and began to fill
the tub. I walked back into the bedroom and kicked off my heels, and removed
my skirt and blouse, bra and panties. I padded back to the bathroom and saw
that the tub was only half full.

Turning to the vanity, I looked at my reflection in the fogged mirror. I took
another sip of wine and wiped away the condensation with the palm of my hand
and stood up straight. Hmm, I thought, and cupped my large breasts; they don't
sag as much as I thought.

I turned from one side to the other viewing my body with a critical eye.
Lindsey's breasts were ant hills compared to my tits, I thought, as I ran a
finger over my nipples. They responded immediately. Hmm, I thought, that feels
good, but not half as good as having Kyle suck on my tits I bet. I took
another sip of wine and place the glass on the vanity.

I turned in time to see that the tub was now nearly full. I turned off the
taps and stepped in. Ahh, I thought as I sat down and slid into the warm
water. That's wonderful.

After a long soak, I bathed, toweled off and padded back to the bedroom. I
turned back the covers and slipped between my satin sheets. The material felt
cool and smooth against my body.

The next morning I woke with such energy, I couldn't wait to get to work. I
went immediately to my office, stowed my purse and headed to the basement gym
with my gym bag in hand. I had the place to myself. No Lindsey this morning.

I had an amazing workout and felt fantastic as I walked up the stairs to my
office. The day went quickly and as it drew closer to six o'clock, I went down
to the lab once again. I filled the syringe this time with 10cc's of the
experimental drug and injected myself. Again, I was very careful to replace
the bottle in exactly the same place as it was in the refrigerator and to
dispose of the used syringe. I wonder if this new drug is addicting in any
way, I thought as I waved over my shoulder to the security guard.

As I entered my apartment, I kicked off my heels and shed my suit jacket and
headed directly for the kitchen. I made a sandwich and had a tea. Not quite
full, I made another sandwich and carried it into my bedroom. I sat it on the
dresser and removed my skirt and blouse. This morning I had chosen to wear a
pair of pantyhose, something I rarely did, but thought the weather was going
to be cooler than it was. I've never been a fan of pantyhose or stockings,
like so many of my female counterparts, but I knew they'd keep my legs warm if
the weather was cool.

I took my final bite of sandwich and began to peel the pantyhose from my
wasted. That's when I noticed that my stomach looked firmer. Standing in front
of the dresser mirror I noticed that my love-handles were markedly smaller,
not that I was overweight or anything. I turned from one side to the other
looking at my stomach which was now flat. Good, I thought, maybe this muscle
drug is doing something. I seem to have more energy.

Unfastening my bra, I took a breast in each hand. There was no sag whatsoever
and they felt firm to my gentle squeeze. Again, I teased the nipples to
erection and felt the stirring of excitement in my clit. I slid one hand down
to explore myself while my other hand busied itself pinching my nipples
between thumb and forefinger.

I ran my fingers through my soft pubic hair, but then thought of seeing
Lindsey in the locker room, her pubis free of hair. I stepped into the
bathroom and applied shave gel to my bush and began to shave myself. Finished,
I admired my handiwork in the mirror.

After my shower I slipped in between the satin sheets enjoying the sensation
of the fabric against my newly shorn pubis. I turned the bedroom TV on with
the remote and began flipping from one channel to the other. On one of the
cable stations, an adult movie was playing. I watched as the scantily clad men
and women interacted, finally removing all of their clothes. As I watched it
became apparent to me that the director showed all of the women; buttock,
breasts and pubis, but I never got to see the man's penis. This duel standard
in the movie was similar to the duel standard in the corporate world. If I
made an adult film, I thought, I'd be sure to have the men show their penis.

The following day I woke early and lying in bed a few minutes, tried to go
back to sleep, but my mind was too alert. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank
top and set out for a morning jog, something I use to do in my college days. I
warmed up, and then set off. I don't know how far or how long I ran but when I
got back to my apartment, I felt 'wired'. It was then I realized that I hadn't
worn a bra and yet my breasts weren't sore from all of the running.

I dressed for work and forewent putting on my bra. The fabric of my silk
blouse teased my nipples to an erection.

At work, I headed for the gym. Lindsey was there on one of the treadmills,
jogging at a moderate pace. I changed and stopped at her machine. "Missed you
yesterday," I said. "Yeah, just couldn't make it yesterday," she replied, and
then looking at me standing there with my hands on my hips said, "what have
you been doing, Margo, you're looking pretty good." Taken a little aback and
not knowing how to take her remark, I said, "Thanks, I guess. I've been taking
some energy supplements," I lied, "that must be it."

"Well, they must be working," Lindsey said, "you look like you've dropped a
few pounds." "Perhaps," I said, inwardly smiling, "I seem to have more energy,
that's for sure."

As her machine slowed, she said, "Well, I better hit the shower, have a great
workout." "Thanks, Lindsey, I will," I said. She headed for the locker room. I
turned to the rack of dumbbells that was beneath the mirrors. I was about to
pick up a set of ten pound weights when I noticed that Lindsey had forgotten
her towel on the treadmill. I got it and went to return it. As I entered the
locker room I heard soft moaning and peeked around the corner to find the
young lab assistant masturbating. I stood and watched as her shallow breathing
picked up and she neared climax. She wasn't aware of my presence as her eyes
were tightly shut, lost in whatever lust her mind could imagine.

It was exciting watching Lindsey pleasure herself, but I tore myself away
before she realized I was there and headed back to my exercises. Once more at
the rack of dumbbells I selected the 10 pound weights. I did a few dumbbell
curls but felt that the weight wasn't heavy enough. I went down the rack
finally settling on the 30 pound pair. This was better, I thought, a little
more resistance, a little more challenge.

An hour later as I was nearing completion of the routine I had mapped out
myself, Kyle came in. At first I thought he was going to head straight to the
locker room, but he caught site of me and came over to where I was seated on a
weight bench. He looked great even though he had on a pair of sweat pants and
an old T-shirt. I secretly craved his firm body and muscular arms.

"Margo," he said, "I didn't know you worked out." "Yes," I replied, "just
getting back into it." He looked down at the dumbbell lying at my feet. "Well,
you're not wasting any time, that's pretty heavy," he said and nudged the 50
pound weight with the toe of his cross trainer. I chuckled and said, "Not so
heavy," and picked it up once more and did six or seven concentration curls. I
sat the weight on the floor and as I looked up, couldn't help but notice the
erection he had. I smiled inwardly, and thought why not have a little fun.

I flexed my arm and I was surprised at how large my bicep was. I turned my
attention away from my own bicep to look up at Kyle. "Feel it," I said.
Momentarily caught off guard, he stammered, "Hmm, wh-what?" "Feel it, Kyle,
feel my bicep," I said. As if in slow motion he reached forward, sliding his
fingers along my muscle. I smiled as I looked him in the eye and said, "Do you
like that, Kyle? Do you like Margo's muscles?" He nodded and I said, "That's
enough, Kyle," and I relaxed my arm, and stood up forcing him to step back.

That's when I noticed that I was as tall as Kyle. Had I gotten taller, had
Kyle gotten shorter? He looked down at my chest and ran his tongue over his
lips. I simply smiled at his obvious lust. "What is it Kyle, what do you
want?" I asked. He looked up as if he had been caught doing something he
shouldn't have and said, "Nothing, Margo, nothing."

I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him out of the way. "I'm going to
shower now, Kyle," I told him, "When you decide to tell me what you want,
we'll talk," and I walked to the locker room. Lindsey had already left and I
took my time in the shower letting the water cascade over my body. I felt so
alive, more energetic than I had felt in years. I dressed and again took the
stairs up to my office. What once would have left me slightly short of breath
now was like a walk in the park.

Shortly before noon, there was a knock on my office door. "Come in" I said.
Kyle came in carrying a folder, eyes downcast. He stood before my desk and
before he could utter a word I said, "Yes, what is it, Kyle?" I snapped. He
flinched and I stood up. As I walked around my desk, I unbuttoned my suit
jacket. Now facing him in front of my desk, I removed the jacket allowing him
an up close view of my breasts. He held up the folder he was carrying as if it
would protect him from some unseen menace.

I snatched the folder from his hand, glanced at it and tossed it into my
in-basket. I said, "Why didn't you have Lindsey run them up here?" "I, err,
thought, ahh," he stammered, "thought I'd bring it up myself." I smiled and
said, "How sweet," and chuckled. I stood there not saying anything and the
seconds ticked off. He finally turned and started for the door.

"Tell me Kyle," I said and he stopped and turned, "did you masturbate while
thinking of me in the shower this morning?" The redness rose in his neck and
his cheeks became flushed as I smiled knowing he had. I knew he could hear my
laughter as he closed the door behind him.

That evening, the vial of muscle enhancement formula wasn't in the
refrigerator where it had been the last couple of days. I began to panic when
I found the sample in the 'destruction' container. The destruction container
is a repository for drugs that are no longer suitable, that are out of date,
or for various odds and ends that need to be destroyed in a safe manner. Why,
I thought, what is the matter with this sample?

I pocketed the vial as well as several syringes and went back to my office
rather than immediately head home. Once back in the office I looked in the
folder that Kyle had brought and found not only the formula for the sample but
the explanation as to why it was to be destroyed. According to the write up,
it was thought, by the marketing department, that this muscle enhancement drug
was too powerful, that it had performed too well and therefore was not going
to be marketed by Biomax.

So typical, I thought, typical of the Biomax mentality. I'm sure the good old
boys don't want this to fall into the hands of the women. I mean, how would it
look if women were stronger and more dominant than their male counterparts. It
was so like this male dominated world, I thought.

For the next two hours I worked in the lab creating a liter of the growth
serum. I followed the formula which was to be catalogued and locked away in
our vault, but I altered it slightly. The new formula should allow for a more
temperate mood swing while maximizing energy and muscle development. I broke
the liter down into ten individual containers, loaded them in a carry-all and
walked them back upstairs to the mini-fridge in my office.

Before leaving the office for the night, I used 10cc of the formula I had
prepared. I stopped by the lab and put the small vial back in the
'destruction' container so that no one would realize I had my own private
supply of the drug.

I arrived home well at nearly nine o'clock. I was exhausted and as I went
through my normal bathroom routine, was pleased to see that my waist was
narrower than it had been in twenty years and that my shoulders looked like
those of a long distance swimmer. I was beginning to see real definition even
standing in a relaxed manner. I was pleased with the results despite what the
boys at the office might think.

The next morning I was working my legs when Kyle came in to the gym. Again,
Lindsey wasn't there. Perhaps she was on an alternate day workout routine. Be
that as it may, I had the place to myself before Kyle showed up. This morning
I was wearing a pair of extremely short Spandex shorts and a sports bra. No
sooner had the door to the gym snapped shut than Kyle came to the leg press
machine I was on.

"Be a dear, Kyle, and put another 100 pound plate on each side of the
carriage, will you?" I said sweetly. The plates were leaning against the frame
of the machine and I notice he seemed to struggle to get it on the rack. He
shot a quick glance at me and I said, "Oh, never mind, I don't want you to
pull anything," and I got up and went to the opposite side. Just to show off a
bit and because I knew I could, I lifted the plate from the floor with one
hand and slid it onto the spindle.

Kyle's mouth opened slightly as if he was going to say something, but I cut
him off. "Look, Kyle, I know you love women with muscles and you're not going
to find another woman who can compare to me, wouldn't you say?" He nodded his
head. "So here's what I want from you; I want you to get me a seat on the
board of directors. I don't care who you have to sleep with, but do it, do I
make myself clear?" Again he nodded.

The Biomax board was comprised of five individuals; Kyle, Howard Andersen, the
owner, David Andersen, Howard's son, John Hunter, CEO and Dennis Thompson,
CFO. Not a woman in the lot.

"But, they won't just add an additional board member, Margo," Kyle said. I
smiled and said, "Then there's several options open to you; you may step down
and install me in your place or get three of the other board members to oust
the fifth and have me installed as a replacement." "I can't make any promises,
but I know that Howard is not happy with David at this time," Kyle said,
"besides, he's away at school and misses most of the board meetings." "Well,
there you have it," I said, and ran a well-manicured index finger along his
jaw line.

His gazed dropped, once again looking at my chest. I leaned in so that my
mouth was next to his ear and said softly, "Thank you, Kyle, go lock the
door." He took a step back and looked at me questioningly, but said nothing
and turned and walked quickly to the door, locking it.

I had my sports bra off when he returned. He stopped when he noticed me
standing there topless. I smiled and said, "Do you like what you see, Kyle?"
He nodded and I stepped closer. "Would you like to touch my tits, Kyle?" He
nodded once again. Again I stepped closer, now only two feet separated me from
him. Slowly I raised my arms above my head and then rested them on top of my
head. "As a reward for helping me get on the board, you may suck my tits,
Kyle", I said, "and if you succeed in getting me installed on the board of
directors, well, you will be rewarded with something I know you want, do you
understand?" He nodded and began to suck on my breast. My nipple stiffened as
his lips met my areola and his tongue flicked the small orb. "Hmm," I said as
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.

Kyle moved to my other breast and brought that nipple to erection. "Hmm," I
said once again, "Thank you, Kyle." He continued to suckle and I gently pushed
him from my breast. "I said thank you, Kyle, that will do," I said, "You need
to get to work and work on getting me installed on the board." Kyle looked
rejected. "I need to do two more sets of presses before hitting the shower," I
said.

I added another one hundred pound plate to each side of the carriage and sat
on the bench, not bothering to put my sports bra back on. Kyle stood and
watched as I disengaged the carriage stops and slowly lowered the carriage and
its weight down the incline. With a smooth motion, I extended my legs pushing
the carriage up the incline. I repeated this movement eleven more times,
taking my time, enjoying the resistance and power it offered my quads. I
engaged the stops. Kyle, too, seemed to enjoy the show and I noticed the bulge
in his sweat pants.

I laughed softly and said, "Men, you are so simple. I've got my final set of
presses. You can jack yourself off while you watch, Kyle, although I'm not
sure you deserve to be rewarded." As I disengaged the stops and again slowly
lowered the carriage, Kyle moved the waistband of his sweat pants and withdrew
his cock. He began to stroke himself, slowly at first, but as he neared his
climax, his motion increased. I was on my sixth repetition when he exploded.
His cum hitting the framework of the leg press machine.

"Lick that off of there, Kyle," I said. He hesitated but bent and licked his
semen from the equipment as I finished. My set complete, I set the stops and
stood up.

"Now you really must go, I need to shower and I have a lot of work to do," I
said and he made his way to the door, unlocked it and stepped through.

I headed for the shower, lathering my body and enjoying the feel of my solid
muscles, milky lather and warm water. Now this is how a forty-something woman
is supposed to feel.

I donned a black mid-thigh leather skirt, navy silk blouse and 4-inch pumps. I
stood admiring myself in the mirror for a full five minutes before climbing
the stairs to my office.

Once in the office, I prepared an injection of my muscle enhancement serum.
Maybe I'm overdoing this a bit, I thought as I stuck the needle in my vein,
but it feels so good and I love the results. I could almost feel my muscles
growing and was not surprised to see my blouse fitting a little tighter across
the chest.

I walked down the hall to Roger Johnson's office. Roger is head of marketing.
His secretary Kay was at her desk typing. "Hello, Kay," I said, "is Roger in?"
"Yes, Margo," the woman said without looking up from her computer. "I'll just
be a minute," I said and was about the open the door when Kay gasped. It took
me by surprise, but then I realized she gasped at seeing me. "What is it,
Kay," I asked. "I, err, well, that is you look different, Margo." "Oh," I
said, "and just how do I look?" "Bigger, but not in a bad way, not fat or
anything, taller, maybe, I don't know," Kay rambled. As I turned back to
Roger's door I smiled to myself.

Roger was studying some copy for print ads for one of our leading vitamin
supplements. His desk had 3 or 4 story boards littered across it. His mouth
dropped open when he saw me.

"Hello, Roger," I said, "I thought I'd drop by and see what you're up to."
"Just going over a few suggestions for our vitamin ad," he said. I glanced
down at the desk, and then picked one up. It showed a girl in a bikini on a
beach holding a bottle of the pills and the caption read; 'Biomax brand
vitamins add zest to my life.' "Very original, Roger," I said, placing the ad
back on his desk. "They could have used a more mature woman for the photo," I
said, "one with bigger tits, if you know what I mean."

Roger was close friends with John Hunter, the CEO. Old golf buddies I had
heard. It was my intent to have Roger put in a good word for me with John.

Roger looked up at me and smiled. "Well," he said, "you know sex sells. It
doesn't matter whether its vitamins or motor oil, an attractive woman in the
ad is key." "Oh," I said, "I'm not one of those feminist who is against having
women in ads, quite the contrary, I'm just saying that they should have used a
mature woman, one who would actually use the product rather than some
twenty-something bimbo." Again the smile. "Are you volunteering?" he asked.
"No, although I'd be perfect," I said, "my ambition lies with getting on the
board of directors." "I see," he replied, "and you'd like me to put in a good
word with John for you?"

Roger was sharp, that's why he was successful at what he did. "Yes, exactly,"
I said. "And what would be the benefit to me?" he asked. I walked around the
desk and pushed his rolling chair away from it, then sat on the edge facing
him. I put my feet up on each arm rest giving him clear view of my panty-less
pussy. I watched as his eyes widened.

"Oh, I think I can think of something. As you said, 'sex sells', so let's
consider this a business venture. You invest in me and I, in turn will reward
you. How about it, Roger?" He gulped and croaked out, "I'll speak to John,
Margo, OK?"

I chuckled and ran a finger across his forehead, brushing auburn hair out of
the way, and then leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. "Try your
best, Roger. Close the deal and you will be rewarded."

I got up from his desk and walked slowly from his office allowing him to watch
my ass before shutting the door behind me. I stopped at Kay's desk and leaned
forward, resting my hands on the edge. This afforded the secretary and
unobstructed, up close view of my chest. "How are things, Kay?" I asked.

Without taking her eyes off of my ample breasts she muttered, "Fine Margo,
fine, how are you?" "Oh, I'm great, Kay," I answered, "in fact, I've never
been better." She smiled but said nothing more.

As office manager, I was Kay's boss. We had never been close, but cordial, and
maybe it was because I was her senior, but I thought it was more because I
intimidated her. I smiled back at her and then picked up her name placard
which rested on the front of her desk and said, "Hmm, this is cracked, I'll
get you a new one, Kay," and I crushed it breaking the plastic to pieces and
collapsing the aluminum frame. I straightened up and walked out of marketing,
tossing the secretary's name plate in the trash as I went.

I just love the power, I thought as I strode back to my office. I can't wait
to get on that board and teach those old fools who's boss.

To be continued ...