The Boss
Dealing with Olaf had changed everything for Bob. Until then, he had snapped and acted without deliberative thought. But with Olaf, he had become deliberative and very focused. He also enjoyed it and for the first time in his long life, felt like he had some power. He enjoyed humiliating Olaf and actually inflicting the mental torture on Olaf. He enjoyed this new sense of power. His mind started to drift to his firing. On hindsight, he realized that the company lied to him from the start. They had bought the foreign workers in and pretended it was to help them. This helped them to learn the process. The new lead of the company was from the consulting company. Perhaps he was chosen for this and this was the plan all along. He realized his anger at the Indians was misplaced-it was the top management’s doing. That they did it when the company had made the most profit in its history rankled him even more.
Bob could not stop thinking and started to rage. That deep, dark force started to emerge. The events in the country were making him even angrier. How could this be happening, why were these greedy, filthy rich folks doing this to the country? Bob was now in a seething rage. He decided to take the bus and go walk in San Francisco. It was late in the evening and Bob enjoyed the Pier and had an early dinner. He enjoyed looking at the tourists and took a cable car ride up the hills. A sob rolled down his cheeks as he remembered his life. A family, a wonderful job, benefits – all gone down in flames. He thought of his kids and wondered if they would ever be able to move up the ladder like him? The only jobs he was getting was a clerk or a cashier or a waiter and only if he hid his real resume. When he started, people would inflate their resume and try to pad it up to make it look impressive. Now you had to dumb it down and make it look less impressive – what a joke thought Bob, and he laughed. Bob walked aimlessly. Then he found his way to his former company. At first he was embarrassed, then he realized that no one he knew worked there and all had been fired. Maybe he might run into his replacement, that he helped train. Bob went to the coffee shop and bought his favorite drink. Bob sat there and remembered about the decades he had worked here. The friends he had, their families, the stories. Another tear welled in Bob’s eye and his mind slowly went to the murders- Bob was about to break down crying about what had happened to him and what he had become –when out of the corner of his eye, he saw the big boss. This was the man responsible for firing everybody. This was the man who single handedly decimated so many families and shattered the dreams of so many, all so he could get a bigger bonus. It was not right, that he was walking around so freely, so happily, without a care in the world. It was not right.
Karl M. Higgins walked to the BART station and was unaware he was being watched. Karl lived in the East Bay in a huge estate. Driving into the city and parking was horrendous and he took the train –the Bay Area Rapid Transit system. It was convenient. It was just a few short blocks from his office and when he reached his home station, he had a chauffeured car waiting for him. Much quicker and more convenient this way. Karl had started his life in Georgia as a salesperson and slowly worked his way up. He then moved into software sales and became very good at it. He was blessed with a gift of the gab and took a technical person along for presentations. He was always close to the top in sales. Slowly he shifted into management and moved up to executive positions. A self made man, he expected everyone to be responsible for themselves. Karl was a pit-bull. He never took no for an answer. He was married three times, was an extreme go-getter. For all his success, he was a very simple minded man. Go for the jugular and achieve your goal, no matter the consequences-no matter who or what gets in the way. He was your typical alpha personality –but much more driven. As he climbed the executive ranks, he took part in many acquisitions, many mergers and was a very results oriented, goal oriented person with absolutely no moral scruples to stop him.
Karl got an offer to join this company. The company had been doing great, but they really wanted to lower cost. Unlike growth companies with new products, they could not match the quarter-to-quarter growth rate in profit and sales that the new companies mustered. They were big, profitable, had an excellent balance sheet and could weather any storm as they had a ton of cash reserves. Until the owner/Chairman of the board/founder was alive, it was run very conservatively. They did not go on hiring binges, massive unwanted acquisitions, just a plain old well run company. In today’s world, Wall Street did not like that. Every quarter had to be bigger and better than the past –does not matter how you did it or how much debt you racked up. The stock prices were very modest and did not go up much. The founder died and the heirs were not interested in the day-to-day business-just being part of the social scene with all their money. The management now was filled with typical blood thirsty corporate types, who knew they would be in the top positions for only a few years and so had to make as much money as possible, before being kicked out. They also had to show that they did a good job, so they could get their next gig. It was just a game to them. They did not care about the company, the employees, just how much money they can make and how quickly before moving on their next gig.
Karl was the perfect candidate. He was a hard charging type, who had experience in software and breaking up companies. He got hired to cut the workforce cost by half. This would surprise Wall Street and increase profits and therefore make their stock options more valuable and make them eligible for bigger bonuses. Karl was an old hand at this and had amassed a massive fortune. He had worked from the other side of the bargain- he had been the ones convincing the other companies to offshore to the company he worked for. This would be a breeze for him and the amount of stock options and other perks he was getting were obscene. Karl loved a challenge. Karl was always single minded. Never did worry about the repercussions of his actions, about whether the city or town or the fired folks would be seriously affected. That was their problem; he had extreme focus and cared only about himself. This made him very successful. In third world countries, people like him had to live in constant fear from the affected masses, but in America nobody begrudged him or even pointed out his role. In fact everybody pointed to the likes of him as the cure to our ills. Karl chuckled sometimes thinking about that. But he was not a deep thinker or a great student. His strength was to plow through anything and anyone and that seemed to be a very valuable asset in the corporate world. He never did have a conscience.
Karl usually timed his departure to reach the station a few minutes before the train. They were numerous, but he didn’t like to wait with the normal people. But if he didn’t take the train, that would add another hour or more to his commute in stop and go traffic and he hated that. Bob followed him. Bob was getting more and more enraged. How could this sort of animal be walking so freely in the streets after decimating so many lives? This sort of creature should be hiding behind a detail of security guards, afraid for his life at every corner. He couldn’t contain his rage. He had not brought his shotgun with him and did not have a weapon of any sort. But was extremely angry. The sight of Karl walking along happily with not a care in the world infuriated him no end. This was not fair. This could not be. Karl was now getting close to the BART station and Bob realized he did not have a ticket. He rushed to the ticket machine and slid a 20-dollar bill in and got the ticket. Bob could still see Karl, but he was getting on the escalator downwards. Bob started walking fast as he saw Karl disappear. Bob’s heart started pumping faster. He did not know why he was following Karl, just that he had to. Fury and rage consumed him and he suddenly remembered a movie where he had seen the assailants following others and pushing passersby out of the way. He could feel that energy; the adrenalin was rushing through him. Bob rushed down and he searched the crowded platform. He couldn’t find Karl anywhere. He searched harder and a train pulled into one of the platforms. Bob looked all over and in the third car from him, he could see Karl getting in. Bob got in and slowly made his way to Karl. Karl did not recognize him, of course he did not. He didn’t care about the little people.
Bob had
a smirk in his face. He felt happy. Karl got his laptop out and his earphones and started working. Bob looked on from a distance. Karl was so engrossed in his work that he barely seemed to notice anybody else. This seemed to be some sort of unspoken code, people shutting down and refusing to acknowledge their fellow humans. “How did this system develop?” Bob wondered. Why do so many people ignore each other and pretend like the other is not there? Bob’s attention was brought back to Karl and he kept staring at him. He didn’t know what he was doing, why he was doing it, but he just knew he had to follow Karl. Bob looked coldly at Karl. He just couldn’t fathom how such an evil man like Karl who had decimated so many lives could walk around so nonchalantly like he was the nicest person in the world. Bob’s life flashed in his mind, his childhood, his marriage, his kids, his career. He could not figure out what he did wrong. How could it have turned so bad? He was still willing to work, but there were no jobs left, thanks to people like Karl. He probably was living in some gated paradise with tennis courts and help and was probably being held up in social circles as some utopian ideal of an American. Bob’s fury erupted, but he was able to hold the rage at bay.
Karl was totally oblivious to the predatory interest Bob was showing him. He was never the sensitive type and did what he chose to do. Bigger considerations were never his concern. Just get the job done and on to the next job –almost like a mob hit man. Karl was catching up on his personal emails. His second wife and two kids were in New York and this third wife already had two kids and they weren’t expecting any more. Both were in their fifties. Karl enjoyed his life and was a no nonsense guy who had no patience for sentimental, emotional fools. Karl enjoyed this job. The process had gone much smoother than he thought; perhaps because he was already experienced on the other side and now he had control on both sides of the equation. His superior bosses, the new Chairman was very happy and had offered him a huge bonus as well as the stock options. He had only done half the layoffs –they planned to milk this over two or maybe three years, so Wall Street would look at their continually increasing profits and the stock would increase. Then they could sell the stocks and make a ton of money. That was all that concerned him. Karl never thought of the people who he fired and got rid of. He never thought of the country or the city or his fellow humans. He was a rather simple man with some extravagant needs and really enjoyed his job.
Bob watched with a cold detachment now. He had strangely become silent. Soon several stations passed and Bob got a seat. He never left his gaze and stared down Karl. Karl was totally oblivious to the unwanted attention. Karl started to pack his laptop and removed his headphones. Bob realized Karl might be getting ready to exit. Bob waited and watched Karl. Karl stood up and went towards the exit. The train came to a stop and Karl exited, followed by Bob. Karl still was totally unaware and continued with his normal routine. Karl’s chauffeured car was waiting right at the entrance. He usually made a call about half an hour in advance and they were there. Karl was getting in the car and Bob stood there looking. Bob realized he didn’t have a pen and paper and moved to the back of the car, so he could memorize the license plate. Then he realized he had his cell phone and took it out and snapped a picture. He checked the picture and realized he got the number. He still was getting used to all this new technology, but he was getting the hang of it. He decided to head back home.
Bob was different now. He was no longer just a bunch of raging emotions and feelings and thought patterns all trying to exert control of him. It looked like the old Bob had lost his battle, as that part of him had no argument to offer. Apart from his belief in the world functioning in a certain way, there were religious beliefs that had helped hold down the masses for centuries. Such beliefs that you may get into a good afterlife for good deeds and such. That way, if something bad happened to you in life, you could still believe the afterlife would be good for good people. But with all the scandals of the churches and so many religious folks of all religions getting caught for all manner of improprieties, Bob couldn’t believe any of those beliefs either. He only had some deep instincts and strange thought patterns that took over in the absence of a credible belief system of how life worked. He couldn’t make sense of life and couldn’t adhere to any belief anymore and so strange new things took over him and he functioned from primal forces. He felt he could relate to the primitive tribal people much more than the civilized folks. “Perhaps this is how civilizations collapsed, when the common thread binding them together does not make sense anymore and the savages come riding in and force the collapse of a giant civilization in stunning speed and fashion?” Bob pondered. He felt like that, like the thread holding him to society had collapsed and strange, raw unknown forces were taking him over. But he really enjoyed this, it made him feel alive, like an animal, like a fire breathing dragon. He licked his lips at the thought of the confident Karl, strutting around like a lion in front of deer. He became even more furious at the thought of the cold, arrogant Karl and was slowly reaching a boiling point.
Three people got into the train at the next station, which was empty on the way back. The three were talking about the shooting that had happened a few days back. They were flabbergasted that the gangs would be so bold as to shoot four men in the street. They were terrified and were really worried. “It must be the Mexicans”, one of them chimed in. Bob was diverted by them. People and their thought process bemused bob. If they only knew it was him that killed the four. Bob remembered at how he had killed them and this surprised even him. He never knew he had it in him and was transfixed by the images of the man pleading for his life. Bob did not feel any guilt at all; it was like he was watching a movie in his head. Bob dozed off and woke up on the other side of the tunnel. He realized he had overslept and had gone past his station. He got off and caught a train going the other way and got off on his station. Bob rushed to the bus, there were far fewer buses the later it got and they stopped completely at night. He ran to the bus and boarded it just as it was about to depart. Bob sat in his seat and silently watched the world go by. It was always fun going across the Golden Gate bridge and Bob never got tired of the views. Bob dozed off and woke up one stop before his. He felt lucky; there were not too many buses at this hour to take him back. He arrived home late and wrote down the license plate number from the photo. He still had two meat pies and ate both of them. They were delicious.
Bob woke up late next morning with a slight headache. He slowly came into consciousness and realized what he did last night and was fuming. The thought of Karl made him rage with fury. But he calmed himself down. It seems his rational mind was now latching onto the new persona. The mind that was suppressing all those instinctual rages had joined forces with instinct and was adding its insights into the mix. Bob was beginning to reintegrate and was becoming a truly frightful creature. Bob couldn’t find any way to find the car or the address to match the plate. Perhaps the DMV only shared it with police? Bob didn’t know what to do now. Then he hit upon an idea.
Bob was back in San Francisco at about the same time and waited in the shop and kept watch at the street. Karl passed by at the same time. Bob followed and he did this for the next few days. He realized Karl must be punctual. Bob then drove and parked his car at the BART station Karl got off at. He followed Karl’s car and waited for Karl to come by. Sure enough Karl did and he followed. Bob took care not to follow too closely; he didn’t want them to suspect anything. He could always come back the next day. Karl lived somewhat close to the station. It was a beautiful gated mansion. The gates closed and Bob drove on and parked a short distance ahead. Bob was feeling extremely nervous and he felt his bowels move –he had to go to a restroom. Bob noticed a park nearby, with a portable toilet. Bob rushed there and used it and relaxed and took his time. Bob stepped out of the vehicle and sat at the park for a while. He could see Karl’s house from there and decided to walk towards it. The park was opposite to Karl’s house, although the entrance was some distance off. It was a big park with hills and moun
tain lion warnings posted at the entrance. There were cows and he even saw a deer in the distance. There was a hill right in front of Karl’s house and Bob decided to climb the hill to get a better view beyond the gates. Bob was about to climb, when the small gate for humans in Karl’s mansion opened and out came Karl in jogging attire.
Karl came straight towards Bob. Bob was caught unawares and did not know what to do. Karl slid through the fence and jogged past Bob-no smile, no acknowledgement- just his earphones on and jogging away. “Of course why would this scum stop to smile at someone and bother taking the entrance-these scum always take the short cuts?” thought Bob. Bob’s fury raged at this perceived slight, but now his rational mind chimed,” This is the leader of a powerful corporation and with very powerful friends, you should be careful”. Bob was back in control, but his fury grew. He noted the house number and the street number and emailed it to himself from his phone. Bob was fuming and thought he would run Karl over, but he cooled and drove off with steely resolve. He reached home late at night. He had run out of meat pies and so took out the last bits of Gertrude and thawed the meat and began to grind it. Bob was still angry for some reason, but then suddenly he smiled. A plan of action rushed to his mind and he went about cooking the meat and making more meat pies. Bob ate and stored the rest in the fridge and went to sleep.
He woke up late again the next day. He took some of the meat pies out and heated them and took them over to Ethel. Jose came by and they had their meat pies and Jose helped himself to the liquor. Everybody loved the pies and badgered Bob for the recipes. Bob smiled and Ethel launched into one of her usual tales. Bob felt strangely happy and contented. Jose excused himself and left half drunk and Bob left a short while later.
Bob drove to the park a couple of times and hiked a lot. He came to know of the ranger’s schedule and the trails and Karl’s house. Karl had quite a few helpers in his house that had tennis courts, stables, horses and so he couldn’t risk going there. The park itself had horse riders, bicyclists, hikers, joggers and cows too. He didn’t expect to find cows in a public park, but there they were, peacefully grazing about. Bob wondered what it would be like to be a cow? No mental restraints, no mental cages-everything was real and physical to them. No cow in some remote corner of the world becoming a leader and ordering around millions of cows and deciding their fates. What a blessed life. Interesting, Bob thought that humans had advanced so much and yet animals seemed almost more sensible and real. We have almost become a virtual society, where we function from ideas and beliefs and not what is in front of us. Bob was deeply engrossed in his thoughts, when he noticed suddenly jumped out of his skin. A horse had come across the bend, seen Bob sitting on the sidelines, spooked and leapt away in fear and dumped its rider. Upon seeing that this strange creature sitting on the sidelines was a human, the horse calmed down and stood still. Bob helped the owner up and they smiled and exchanged pleasantries. The rider got back on and left and Bob was now alone again. Bob was now amazed at the horse, its reaction and its sudden calming upon realizing the strange thing crouched on the ground was just a human. Bob yearned for something real in his life-something not made of other people’s belief, but like that horse acting on what is there in the moment.
By now Bob knew the park well enough and he also knew Karl’s schedule exceedingly well. He decided to wait two months to when it would get dark earlier. The park started to empty earlier. Karl didn’t care about darkness and kept to his schedule. Bob was just amazed that men like Karl could still roam around freely without a thought in their minds. Not much longer if he had anything to do about it.
Karl came to his usual jog and as usual was totally focused on himself. He carried pepper spray just in case he encountered any wild animals. But most wild animals could sense a human a long way away and kept away. He usually did a quick jog up the hill and back during the dark, it was mountain lion area and he didn’t want to stay out too late in the dark. Bob was crouching in the bushes, but tripped and braced against a branch and broke it. Karl did not notice at all. He had his music selection on and was blissfully oblivious. Bob couldn’t believe how dense Karl was in a semi wild environment-ah most humans! Bob knew Karl’s path and today he was prepared. He had brought the other car that he still had to get rid of. He was ready. Karl circled back and was about to turn back to his home. Bob knew the point and was already waiting on the path home at a fork in the path that was very bushy and had a lot of tall trees and couldn’t be seen from anywhere. One path in the fork led back to Karl’s home and the other to the parking lot. He already scanned the parking lot and knew no one was there and before Karl turned, he knew no one was uphill there.
Bob waited. Karl jogged past Bob, oblivious to the world. Bob stepped out of the bush with a huge metal rod in his hand and hit Karl’s leg right at the knee area, in the back as hard as he could and then he disappeared into the bush again. He had his gun with him, but didn’t know what weapons Karl carried.
Karl buckled and fell and screamed in utter anguish. Bob felt tremendous feelings surge through him-to see this man lying there helplessly and in utter pain. Now he would know the meaning of desperation and utter hopelessness. Unbelievable pain shot up through his leg and Karl screamed as loud as he could. He knew something had hit him, but he couldn’t see what it was. He had seen a shadow move into the bushes. This area had mountain lions and there had been rumors of a bear –perhaps one of those had got him? Or maybe a mugger-but this area had none-those were in the city, not here. The pain got worse and Karl saw something move in the bush and he got his pepper ready. Bob realized it was pepper spray and laughed. He was worried Karl might be carrying some other weapon. Bob scurried around the bushes and Karl didn’t feel the pain anymore as some primal survival instinct took over. He was pretty sure that the who or what attacked him was in the bushes. But he did not know what and he suddenly realized he had a bad foreboding all day-he rarely paid attention to that though. “Who’s there?” screamed Karl? There was no answer and Karl wondered if it could be an animal. His mind was not thinking straight and he was confused and the pain started again. Karl leaned forward to feel the back of his knee and the pain started again. Bob used this to sneak out of the bushes and as hard as he could hit the arm holding the pepper spray and ran back into the bushes. Karl screamed in utter agony. He had broken bones and the pain was intolerable and he screamed in terror. Now he realized it was a person, a man. He had never heard of something like this happening-maybe women being raped. Karl wondered if this was a psycho or maybe some teenage prank? He had watched TV and just heard about some teenage kids beating a homeless man to death-maybe this was something similar? The pain was shooting up like a volcano and Karl was getting close to passing out. He was crying and screaming at the same time. Bob found himself in heaven. This strange scene was having all sorts of effects on him and he was enjoying watching Karl suffer. Karl the great, confident man was now a sobbing, crawling, helpless mess and screaming for help. Bob could not describe the strange effect it had on him, but it was arousing him on so many levels. This was better than anything he had experienced.
Karl passed out. Bob could see that the pepper spray bottle had rolled over. Bob poured the chloroform on to a towel and covered Karl’s nose and then dragged him a few feet into the bushes. Then he tied his arms and legs up. Bob rushed back to his car. It took about 5 min downhill to get to his car. The fork was closer to the parking lot, but was in the middle of nowhere. Karl could see for miles from the top of the hill and this was the perfect ambush spot. It was a few miles from there to Karl’s house. Bob opened the gate over the cattle guard and drove his car into the trails-it was a fire trail-wide enough for fire trucks. Bob knew the ranger would not be there for another hour to come lock the gate. At this time, he had seen nobody. It was already dark and people usually did not want to be out at dark. Bob drove up to where Karl lay and turned the lights off. He was cautious and stepped out guns drawn. Karl lay there moaning slowly-he looked unconscious
, but Bob put some more chloroform just in case. He then tied another rope around Karl’s torso and dragged him into the trunk. Bob backed the vehicle up a little and turned the lights on. He cleaned up as best as he could and then backed down, turned around, closed the gate and took off. Bob knew they would look for Karl, as he was very high profile and had a lot of money. They may even bring hound dogs for smell as he was last seen jogging. They would really search for someone of Karl’s stature and not let it go easy as the prostitutes or gang members. Bob had worn gloves, got the metal rod back and cleaned up as best as he could. This was a big park and over the months, Karl had always jogged alone, so nobody else knew where he jogged- except for the fact that it was in the park. Bob was very careful and meticulous in his planning. He had thought of shooting him, but he wanted to cause him pain, lots of pain and fear and despair and he was going to do it.
The drive home was rather uneventful. Bob had checked Karl for any weapons and he had none. Bob laughed-such confidence and arrogance. Bob soon reached home and was ready with more chloroform, but he was barely stirring. Bob had covered his mouth. Bob put some more chloroform just in case and then using the rope dragged him out of the truck on to a wheelbarrow. Bob then pushed and shoved it up the pathway in the back and dropped him in the storage room in the back. Bob had cleaned out the storage room and there was a special metal beam there that Bob tied Karl up to. Bob went out and parked the car in his hiding spot. He came back and gagged Karl and made sure the knots were all right. He tied several ropes and tied his torso, arms and legs separately. Bob went back to sleep.
Karl woke up the next morning with searing pain, unable to move and in total darkness. He let out a scream, but realized he was gagged. He tried to struggle, but the ropes merely bruised him. Karl started crying and tears flowed down his cheek. He was rocking back and forth and then suddenly he thought this was about money. The kidnappers just wanted money and would release him for it. He was sure of it now and he calmed down. The pain was still awful, but he had his hopes up. A few hours passed and Bob woke up. He was very happy.
He scanned the news channels and online papers. Nothing yet-perhaps one has to wait a day to file a missing person’s report? Bob laughed and wondered what he would do to Karl. He waited another hour for Jose to come by, do his chores and leave, then he would have the place all to himself. Jose left half drunk as usual. Bob went back to sleep and woke up a few hours later. He suddenly remembered Karl and like a child wanting to play with his toy, ran up. He opened the door and peeked inside and there was Karl all tied up. Karl’s eyes strangely had a mix of fear and an eagerness to talk like he was happy to see him. Bob was puzzled. Bob checked the ropes again and then removed the towel from his mouth. “Listen, I will give you money, any amount of money, just let me go” Karl said. Aah he was trying to make a sales pitch-poor Karl still convinced he could make a deal to get out. Bob laughed-money? “You gonna give me money, so they can trace it and find out it is me? Said Bob. “No, no it is an offshore account; nobody knows about it, there’s 5 million in it. I had the offshore company I work with deposit it for me there. Take it and then anymore money, I will negotiate for you with the company-just let me go.” Karl said, with the utmost confidence as if he was just negotiating a business deal. Karl was always like that and believed there was a price for anyone and anything. Bob was intrigued and just amazed that Karl did not realize how much danger he was in. He marveled at the mind at how quickly it could slip from panic to calm based on beliefs. Bob thought about the offshore account and was very nervous, but Karl gave him the account and pass code –he knew it by heart as he had just deposited it. Karl also showed him how to start his own offshore account that nobody could find out about and how to transfer it there. Bob was intrigued, but suspicious. “Take that money, it is peanuts for me. Then call my company-they will pay you way more than that.” As part of an international project he had worked on, he had started an offshore bank account and knew how that worked. But this was more like a secret no questions asked account, the kind you hid drug money or slush funds. Bob wondered how many executives had accounts like this. For this money, his entire workforce was sacked –Bob grew more furious. “You have him, take the money and then do what you want with him,” said an inner voice. Bob thought about it and then decided why not. He gave Karl some water to drink and a meat pie and then some more water then put the gag on and left.
He drove 200 miles south to a public library deep in central California. He used the Internet there and connected to the bank and was stunned to find that the money was there. Bob started his own account and then had them transfer the money there. It took two days for the whole thing. Bob fed and let Karl drink, but refused to untie him and Karl had to go on himself in his clothes. The room was starting to stink. Bob knew he had the money and even withdrew 20,000 just for kicks. He was very careful, as the word was now out that Karl was missing and people were missing. Bob withdrew the rest of the money and brought it home. He was ecstatic. Karl was now tied up for a week and the smell was nauseating. Karl begged Bob to let go. But Bob was secretly enjoying this. Humiliating this monster was worth more than all the money in the world. Karl was now beginning to lose hope. At some level, he realized this was not about money and Karl was terrified. He didn’t know what to do and the pain was becoming worse and he was becoming delirious. He realized this was something else. Bob finally told him who he was and he told him the names of all the employees he had fired. Karl was scared now and Bob enjoyed this. Karl was now going through what Bob had faced-his mental belief system was collapsing. He functioned from a belief that you are always in control and that there is a price for everything and that when something bad happened to someone, it was their fault; they had to pull themselves and go on. Something bad had happened to him and Karl could not do anything, all his money was worthless, all his negotiating skill and his savvy were worthless and he was at the mercy of this hideous mousey half bald fool. Karl was having a nervous breakdown and his mind started to splinter.
Bob decide to have some fun and came in with a hammer and broke Karl’s other knee. Karl screamed and screamed and offered more money and then begged for forgiveness and said everything he could think of. Bob smiled and broke Karl’s other hand. Karl screamed agonizingly and realized it was hopeless. Bob then cut his leg off and made meat pies out of it and fed Karl his own meat. Karl was too far-gone and was convulsing. His body was going into deep shock and his consciousness faded. He still was struggling of thinking of something to negotiate with this maniac, but alas he couldn’t. Karl was giving up as he never had. Bob watched in glee. He was overcome with joy and finally put Karl out of his misery.
Nobody had found what had happened to Karl and his wife was in the process of declaring him dead so she could get the insurance money and other assets. Many had thought she had done it, as she would have gotten a pittance with the prenup. But that was just speculation.
Ethel loved the meat pies. “This one is different, tastes like range fed cows-this is how it tastes when cows get to move about and get their exercise “said Ethel while chomping down on Karl.
Bob grinned. He had a few million in cash and he finally found a purpose in his life and he felt good about himself. Suddenly the image of his ex Stacy’s mom crossed his mind and Bob grinned and wondered how her meat would taste??!!
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