You Have To Go For The Gold Ring

Latest part of the story. He came to my house and asked for me. I left with him without asking where we were going. We got to the plant and we went up to his office. The contract was there, signed. I was now officially 'management', with all the rights and privileges.

Up to that moment I didn't believe him. He was quiet about it, I let him win his prize.

Getting ahead is about more than doing a good job. Way back when, when I was all about fair and what's right, a lawyer told me everyone sucks dick. Suck the right dick and doors open up, don't suck dick and watch others get ahead. The game is played by whose dick you suck. And you suck the dick that gets you ahead.

It's been a lot of years, sucking his dick. How sweet it is. Now he can enjoy his prize.