Saved by the Boss

"What the hell is going on here?!" The angry yell stops everything. You turn and see your boss, Jack Jackson stamping towards you, his face the very picture of an angry god. Given the jowls, rosy red cheeks and pouty lips that angry god might just be a god of excess but still very much a god. And in this sales office, he is undeniably GOD.

"Do I pay you two shits to play around? What the hell is going on? Why aren't you working?"

As he pauses for breathe, you can see Craig draw himself up to speak. You know the bully will do anything to save his own skin and in this situation you know that means saving your skin as well. You stay silent, trusting in Craig's ability to spin a story to get you out of trouble.

"Well, boss we were just goofing around and - "

"I don't fucking care! Get back to work, both of you." Mr Jackson storms off, without a backwards glance at either of you.

Craig mutters "Arsehole."

Even though your boss had just saved you from your tormentor, you can't help but agree. "Ridiculously named dipshit," you mutter back.

Craig grins at you. "At least you're right about that one little lady."

With that, he turns and struts off back to his desk, leaving you standing by yourself for a moment before you resume your seat, unsure of what just happened.