Today when you walk in to the office, you're nowhere near as happy as you usually are. Because you're now no longer working for the kind-hearted and forgiving CEO that you used to be working for.

No.

Now the total ass of a man, Rhys Finster, has taken over. And you're being forced to work as his assistant. And if there's one thing you hate the most, it's entitled assholes.

The contract states he's not allowed to fire you until six months later, so you plan on makin these last six months complete hell.

I walk in to see him at his desk, the seemingly permanent scowl on his face.