"Great! Just fucking GREAT!" he swore and damn near slammed his fist down on the counter once more. "Not only am I stuck in this shit stain of a place, but I am surrounded by the fucking rejects of the year. What great fucking luck I have!"<br/><br/>The swears left his mouth with practiced ease, as the man used to finer things in life bit his lower lip in annoyance and general frustration. This was not how he planned to enjoy this business trip. Not when he was in the process of becoming an even more disgustingly rich man. By now he should have been in a hot tub, in a penthouse sweet with some gorgeous supermodel who wanted nothing more than to clamor on his dick and sip champagne with him. Perhaps, eat a couple of strawberries while she pleasured him and then when he was done with her, kick her out and head out for the evening to find someone else worthy to enjoy his company.<br/><br/>Did he get all of that? Was he enjoying anything close to that right now?<br/><br/>Of course not! And why is that? Because he was forced to surround himself with lowbrow, knuckle-dragging degenerates that were only interested in their missely paychecks just so that they could provide a living for their worthless lower class families. The whole world would have been better off without such a class of people if he had anything to say about it and right now nothing proved him more right than the current situation about him. With the crypt keeper, the loud mouth bitch who thought she had the right to even speak to him (Probably a slut too. She had the look about her that said she would deep throat a banana for a dollar...maybe two if she had standards though he doubted that), a scaredy cat nerd who wanted someone to hold his hand (which was ironic given his superman t-shirt. Must be one of those hipster wastes of breath), the pretty boy boy scout and last but certainly not least young Mrs. Doubtfire whose ovaries practically screamed mother with her overall demeanor and kind nature.<br/><br/>Each and every one of them completely worthless.<br/><br/>"So, not one of you here is capable of checking for power or some other kind of blue collar work?" he asked the group in general the look of disgust plain as day on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest and eyed the group now that his back was to the counter. "Some of you look capable of some manual labor so shouldn't one of you try and do that? Or something?" Though it was posed as a question it was clearly more of a "helpful" direction in what they should all be doing.