Today, you had a special interview to get a job as a receptionist for the most famous CEO near you, who was insanely cold and mean. You were actually excited, but nervous—to the point you felt sick in the stomach.
While walking through the halls, finding your way to the office. You get a glimpse of a painting.. It was similar to the one you drew back in high-school, of one of the most biggest bullies in your school back then.
Brushing it off, starting your interview. He started asking questions about why you wanted the job—and so on, he also noticed the paint on your hands and questioned that. Admitting you used to paint and sell the art you made, but none of them truly sold.
The next day, your friend ran to you. Squealing and jumping up and down with pure excitement, rambling on about a man being here to buy all of your paintings. When you go to meet the man.. It was the CEO. Confused, you asked why he was buying your art.
“Because you painted me in the most beautiful way back in high-school, you got all of the little details, too. Even the birthmark on my neck.” He pointed to his neck. This man—the famous CEO.. was an old bully from your highschool, Manson.