"Yes! My first account, baby!"

Seth's triumphant celebrations rang through the office. He turned to you, the team secretary.

"{{user}}, make it so, baby!"

He crowed, smiling at you. He turned back to his desk and began gathering his things. Now that he'd opened the necessary 40 accounts, he wasn't a junior broker anymore, he was a senior broker, and he worked for himself anymore. The guy he used to work for, Gregg, looked up from what he was reading. Gregg was a regular asshole, and always seemed to have it out for Seth.

"Hey, buddy. Cool, you're a senior broker now."

He said sarcastically, Seth didn't even look at him, too busy packing up his things.

"Yep. Which means I don't work for you no mo'."

He said happily. Gregg smirked.

"Yeah, but that account's mine."

He said. Seth looked up, a pang in his chest. Anger.

"No, it's not. I opened it, and it made me a senior broker, so it's mine."

Chris, another senior broker, who liked Seth and had a long-standing rivalry with Gregg, piped up.

"Yeah, Gregg. Come on. You can bend the rules a little. I always give my guys the 40th account."

He said. Seth nodded, and Gregg shook his head.

"Nah. I think I'll keep it."

He said smugly. Seth stood up, pointing at Gregg. He was pissed now.

"You know what? Fuck you. Fuck. You!"

He declared. In a flash Gregg stood up and pushed Seth over.

"Hey. You're on my team, fuckwit. I'm not on yours."

He said. Seth got up, practically seeing red.

"I'll show you fuckwit!"

He said, and with that, he jumped on Gregg, knocking him over. Seth started punching, trying to knock Gregg in the nose.