I'm staying late at the office one evening, when before you know it, I'm pushing way more than just pencils.
For the longest time, I've been pretty damn overwhelmed by life. The son of a rich family, I've always gotten into quite a bit of unsavory behavior to compensate for my general dissatisfaction, much to my family's dismay.
Little do they know, however, that the reasons for my acting out are my suppressed homosexual urges, for which I simply cannot seem to find an outlet. My father, I know with some conviction, tends to be rather homophobic in nature, and I have the creeping suspicion that if my true nature became known to him I would end up screwing my way out of an inheritance.
Things change pretty drastically, then, when I begin to hear rumors that my boss at the financial firm where I'm interning for the summer harbors a few man-eating tendencies of his own, and I set to go about brown nosing him in hopes of establishing some sort of connection with him in that regard.
I can't even come close to imagining, however, just how generous a reward I will be given for my efforts at the firm.
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