Irate Employees Are Poor Employees

Fritz sat in his lab fuming. How dare that pig Bernard Morton speak to him the way he did! He treated Fritz like he was someone who came in to change the filtered water bottles once a week instead of a brilliant, highly respected scientist. If only there was some way Fritz could quit working for Kutrate Kemicals and take Fat Off along with him. He was so close to changing the smell of the weight loss spray from it's current dead skunk scent to something that was more like a meadow full of wildflowers. Once Fat Off smelled good, Fritz would be able to put his final seal of approval on it. There was still that small problem of pollution but Fritz was fairly certain that they'd be able to fudge the statistics so that no one would ever know that the process of making Fat Off was close to what had caused the Love Canal to turn into a toxic wasteland.

And then what?

Good question. Then Fat Off would hit the shelves and Kutrate Kemicals would start making money hand over fists. Everyone knew that the entire world wanted to lose weight without doing anything drastic like sweating or cutting out Doritos. Fat Off was going to be a huge hit. And where would that leave Fritz? Getting a tiny share of the profits while that creep Bernard Morton drove to the bank in his Maserati and shoveled dollar bills into his already bloated account?

Fritz felt his lips thin. This wasn't right. This wasn't fair. This wasn't going to happen. Shrugging off his lab coat, he got to his feet. Time to pay Bernard Morton back for some of the pain that he'd created.

"Hi, Fritz." Mindy Cooper came into the lab. "Are you leaving?"

"Yes. I have an appointment."

"Oh? With who?"

"With destiny, that's who."

Mindy's brow wrinkled. "Destiny who? Does she work here?"

For an attractive woman, Mindy could be quite thick. Small wonder Bernard found her so attractive. Fritz stared at her through squinty eyes. If the truth was told, he found her attractive too. Maybe he could use her as an ally in his still forming plan to get even with their boss.

"Actually, my date with destiny can wait. I'd much rather take a lovely young woman like you out instead. We can talk about our mutual friend."

"And who would that be?"

"Why, the boss."

"I don't know that I'd call Mr. Morton a friend," Mindy replied.

"That, my dear, is what is known as sarcasm. Of course Bernard is our enemy. And what does one do when confronted with the enemy?"

"What?" Mindy asked.

"Why, one annihilates him. And we're going to help each other do just that."

Mindy's eyes widened. "Let's go," she said.