Category: Brute Force

Brute Force

Brute Force: Part 6

“What’s your deal? You corner me in a kitchen and ask me about my eyes, you give me what I ask for, offer me raises, harass the men I’m around, follow me, but refuse sex. I’d guess you had a crush on me, but you’re too insecure to do anything about it. Aren’t you? How’s that for being ignorant about the world around me?”
“I do not have a crush on you! I’m just protective of my employees. That’s all. Shutup, bitch.”
“I quit and I never want to see you again.”
“I’ll double security. Come back. I’m sorry,” he said with lonesome eyes. I loved being right.

Brute Force

Brute Force: Part 5

I was expecting some kind of agreement, but they all just stared at me. I was afraid I lost them. Jack started clapping and everyone followed. It was a wonderful feeling. The greatest painkiller I found over the years was mass appreciation.

Brute Force

Brute Force: Part 4

“I’m in. And so’s everyone from my warehouse,” I said and shook his outstretched hand. For the first time in a while, he seemed excited and upbeat about something.
“And then we can get Felicia back from them,” he said.
That worried me. That must’ve been why he was proposing this insane plan in the first place. He thought he would get his wife back because of it.

Brute Force

Brute Force: Part 3

We showered, changed, then burned our old clothes in the furnace. We waited in the livingroom for Martin to come home, letter in hand and ready to run if it came to that. Joe fell asleep around two in the morning. Martin came through the door a quarter past four.

Brute Force

Brute Force: Part 2

I woke up to the smell of a homecooked breakfast. Betty never cooked and even when my mother was still with us, she’d still sleep in instead of cooking. Felicia came in all smiles and woke us up, focusing her attention on Joe. How could Martin and Felicia be so nice? What was wrong with them?