Chapter 4
Higgins & Jenkins
Higgins & Jenkins
His MD was a horrible, slippery, little weasel of a man called Waspmen. And it wasn’t through lack of experience, or education that Higgins’s name was excluded from the short list of interviewee’s for the technical job; for he had more than what was required for the position. It was simply down to Waspmen’s discretion. In addition to this Higgins had sadly lost his pregnant wife, some six-months earlier, in a car crash & everyone including the MD knew it.
After Tony had asked for a meeting to clear the air & it was granted, a date & a time was set. However, from the outset, it was plainly obvious to him that it was going to be more of a pre-planned belittlement than a career discussion. After all it was what this gutless little man enjoyed most; for it was Waspman’s greatest pleasure to the point of orgasm, to wield his power over helpless employees, but not all. Only the ones whom he disliked, for no particular reason other than they were either too strong or too weak, were allotted such treatment. These included people (women in this number) that, because of his callousness, were reduced to tears, who would under normal bar-room circumstances crush him like a fly. The style of leadership he employed was therefore an abuse of his position, due to his own egotistic insecurities. (More of a Waspmen-pleasure than a company benefit.) Anyway, after the first talk had remained unresolved, ( or should I say, after Waspmen had had his fun) a second meeting was arranged exactly two weeks later & Higgins had made his mind up that enough was enough.
Soon into the second meeting it was noticeable that he never flinched, or squirmed in his seat as the verbal onslaught commenced; well... not as Waspmen had hoped for anyway. To Waspmen’s annoyance Higgins remained calm & collected, perhaps a little too calm the tormentor thought for a blink & then it was gone. Higgins even looked to be smirking at him as he blazed; even after Waspmen had made it clear that his career was at a dead-end & that no reference would be issued to aid him in his search for other work. Never-the-less Waspmen continued on, claiming that the CV Higgins presented before him, on request, was a concocted set of lies, when the names & contact details of valid referees were present & clear on the bottom of the last page. Obviously Waspmen was looking for a conflict, any excuse to perhaps even fire him, Higgins concluded. In truth it was just the MD’s sick & demented pleasure. It was therefore apparent that Tony Higgins was trapped with no way forward & no reasonable way out of the company, for the chances of saving his once-promising career without a reference from his currently employer was limited to say the very least. Higgins was indeed smirking, but not only in expression for inside he knew that a surprise of a life time awaited this wanker-of-a-man; for he understood that Waspmen had inflicted the same treatment on many a poor employee in years gone by & now it was payback time.
Trivial as it may seem, it was well known that Waspmen was an avid Lou Reed fan. He had mentioned it once when he was being interviewed for the company magazine & they published it afterwards. However Higgins, on numerous occasions since had been forced to wonder what the fuck Lou Reed would make of such a fucking idiot, if he was ever unlucky enough to meet him, let alone learn of his existence.
So Higgins, who was sat directly opposite Waspmen, just as the meeting seemed to be drawing to its predictable yet unacceptable close, -inappropriately (or so it seemed) began to whistle.
“Are you listening to me man?” bellowed Waspmen from across his desk.
“Are you completely crazy? Wait, ... isn’t that... yes, you’re whistling “A walk on the wild side” aren’t you?” He questioned, as a puzzled expression was soon replaced by a broad yellow-toothed, sick smile.
Higgins had decided that the tune would be appropriate, having played out the scenario, over & over in his head during the last few days which had lead up to the final meeting. Pre-planned he was primed for his moment of truth.
Before Waspmen had time to utter another word, let alone see it coming (after he had been initially distracted), Higgins in one fell swoop pulled the sawn off shot gun out from under his donkey jacket & blasted it at point blank range, decorating the wall paper & book cases behind with pieces of the MD’s brains & fragments of his skull. Taken to the brink & passed, without his family & with his career in tatters, there really was no other option left, he reasoned as he calmly stood & walked towards the door.
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