[Reply For @lewishead]
Scott sits in his office, slow rocking back and forth on his old chair, squeaking every time he sways, back and forth and back and foth. He stops,
"Lewis, get the hell in here now!"
Scott looked angrily at Lewis,
"I don't care that you were late, what I care about. IS PROFIT! You missed 2 comanies that we could have invested in! Where where you? No buts, your lucky i'm not firing you, now get back to work before you loose me even more money! Hush hush!" Scott thought to himself.
Why don't I just fire that son of a bitch he looses me so much work. He's got all the money, the good cars, but all I can do is sit his lazy ass at home and wait as late as possible to come to work.
Scott headed home in his old, rusty motorbike, he heads home, and go's straight to sleep in his single bed. With his dog on one end of the bed, and him on the other. He closes his eyes, and drifts off to sleep slowly.