Kleinman sat across from Lucy Fisk his new boss at Fisk and Peterman as she greedily shoved Greek salad into her mouth while washing it down with giant gulps of the triple Sambuca that she’d ordered. Kleinman sipped daintily at his, as he was afraid to get drunk so early in the day.
“So, we’ve got this kid whose been working in our department. Some hipster from Dumbfuck, Goddamn Idaho. You know the type; He was the smartest kid in his high school class of twelve people. He thinks his an intellectual because he’s heard of Gertrude Stein even though he’s never read her, which to be fair is more than the other Dumbfuckians know. He started out as an intern and he banged Agnes so she went and hired him.”
“H’mmm, that’s too bad,” Kleinman said unsure of why she was telling him this.
“He messed up the Hacha Spice account, by fucking posting the fact that our “fan videos were paid for. Spacha Sauce got hold of It and it was all over Twitter. Agnes feels he should be given another chance, I say, bullshit fire him.”
“Wow, that is a really tough position to be in,” Kleinman commiserated trying to think of a way to change the subject.
“So I said okay, but if he screws up again he’s out and she said okay.”
“That seems fair.”
“I think it’s not fair at all, I mean he really fucked up. Kids today feel like they have to put their whole lives on the internet. I don’t get it, are they trying to get their identities stolen? Do they want to be blackmailed?”
“People are getting more tech savvy and less sophisticated,” Kleinman said feeling uncomfortable with the way the conversation threatened to become philosophical.
“Anyway, that’s where you come in. Ya see I have a little favor to ask. You better drink up, it’s a dozy.”
He gulped down his drink as she ordered two more.
“I want you to get him fired.”
“You want me to fire him,” Kleinman asked feeling quite dizzy.
“No, no I want you to get him fired.”
“Up to you.”
“I’ll get fired as well.”
“No, I’ll protect you,” she assured him.
For a moment he just sat there in his drunkenness, wondering what to do.
“Look, he should never have gotten his job in the first place. He gave Agnes some nauseating smelly artist bullshit about how he wanted to learn from an older woman; when really he was just a horny kid who’d fuck a dirty sock. He never demonstrated any talent for the job and we almost lost our shirts because of him.
“Is this why you hired me,” he asked not wanting to know.
“Not entirely, but we may need to trim the fat in six months if you know what I’m saying.
The pair returned to the office quite drunk. They pretended to work for four hours and went home.
Kleinman saw the kid in the elevator. He attempted to strike up a conversation, but it didn’t work.
He went home and looked at the want ads on Craigslist, but no one wanted a forty year old copy writer. He watched TV and wondered how he could get the boy fired without it being obvious.
He went on Facebook and looked the kid up and found him quite easily. There were several pictures of the young man enjoying himself at various event. Going back in the kid’s history he noticed there were several pictures of him with an attractive young lady with dyed red hair and a nose ring and then there were not. Kleinman chuckled at the fact that He’d listed a litany of famous novels as his favorite.
He started to friend the kid, but then he thought better of it. Something like that would be too obvious and may even be harassment.
He began to create a new profile a woman named Lolita, with pink streaked hair and a love of old movies. He found a picture in one of his own more attractive Facebook friend’s archived photo albums. He created the profile, sent a friends request and waited for the games to begin.