10:32 am, at a conference room

“[…] there is no such a thing as luck. I’ve done all of this by

Donald the dickmyself; I’ve had no help from nobody.

If you can’t get here is probably because you don’t deserve it or don’t have what it takes…

probably don’t work as hard as I do… right?”

The room remained in silence, most faces of the about twelve people witnessing the speech, stared at the man confused and expressionless, petrified perhaps.

“Am I right…?”

Finally someone opened the door and slammed it on his way out. A few others followed without pronouncing a word. Finally a shy, almost imperceptible voice asked; “So… does that mean Sr. that we are all fired…?”