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You know the ones. Hot shots in hot suits with million dollar portfolios given to them by their fathers; diamond studded watches, again, given by fathers. Fast-speak their second language. Double tongued, triple tongued, split tongued. I’ve also known some who couldn’t call a pig out of a holler.
Until they open their mouths and out comes this high Barbie voice or some dumb-ass shit even a three-year old knows is crap. Some, I suspect, are secretly insane. Or not so secretly.
He was one of the insane ones so, when the end came, it came fast. Flaming out like a shooting star, hitting the atmosphere and burning away. Never knew what hit him, not for the rest of his life.
Some of us, you know, flash pretty damn bright even after we speak.
And that corner office, it fits me just fine.