Breaking into Kutrate Kemicals was a whole lot easier than Rex had anticipated. All he had to do was dress up like a delivery man, tell the old broad at the front desk that he had a package that needed to be taken to the CEO's office and she waved him in like he was Angelina Jolie bringing Brad Pitt a decaf latte. Crazy. He would have thought that a chemical plant might have some security but that didn't seem to be the case at Kutrate Kemicals. Maybe they trusted people. Big mistake.
Rex had gotten the idea of dressing up like a delivery man from some old movie Tiffany had been watching. That was all Tiffany seemed to do, watch movies. She sure never studied, something Rex didn't get. He had a ton of homework when he was in high school. Then again, he hadn't been in high school for twelve years. Times seemed to have changed.
Anyway, in the movie Tiffany was watching some ugly dude dressed up like a mailman, went to some business and whacked everybody there but a blond guy with too many teeth. It was a pretty boring movie but it did give Rex an idea or two, none of them legal, but that wouldn't matter once he was married to Tiffany. Everyone knew that rich people didn't have to follow the rules.
Rex ducked into a supply closet to hide. His plan was to wait until everyone had left for the day and then hunt down the can of the fat loss spray Tiffany told him about. Rex shook his curly head. A spray that made people lose weight. People were going to go ape over something like that and he knew they'd pay through the nose for the chance to get skinny just by squirting something in the air. And he was going to be on the receiving end of all that moolah. Rex thanked his lucky stars for the day he'd met Tiffany at the Subway, eating a footlong veggie and reading the National Enquirer. Rex had fallen for her immediately since he too loved veggie footlongs and the only thing he read on a regular basis was the Enquirer. That Tiffany was loaded was like icing on his chocolate chip cookie. She was going to be his ticket out of Brokesville and the sooner he could get her to marry him, the better. Of course, they'd have to wait until she turned eighteen but that was OK. Rex could bide his time for another couple of months.
"What are you doing in here?" The door opened and a bald guy stood in front of him.
"Ummm...I'm looking for the president's office," Rex said.
The bald guy stared at him from behind ultra thick glasses. "Did you really expect to find the president of Kutrate Kemicals in a supply closet?"
"Well, I did think he'd might have a window or two," Rex said weakly. "I have a package for him." He picked up the large box wrapped in brown paper that he'd cleverly covered with stickers that looked a little bit foreign. Rex was sure that they made the box look a lot more official.
"I'll take that," Mr. Baldo said. "You can leave."
"Sorry but I'm supposed to put this on the president's desk," Rex replied. "I've got my orders or I'll get fired."
"Then I suggest you walk down the hall, take a right and then vacate the premises. Business hours at Kutrate Kemicals ended two minutes ago." Mr. Baldo turned on his heels and marched out of the closet, reminding Rex of a Nazi movie Tiffany had on that very morning.
Rex followed the bald Nazi out of the supply closet. "Thank you for your assistance, sir," he said politely.
"You're welcome. Now get the hell out of here."
Rex stuck his tongue out before heading down the hall. Man, he couldn't wait to be rich. Then no one could ever talk to him like he was a non-person ever again.
I would like to see this as a book or movie!
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