Who: Poseidon [Narrative] What: Going off the deep end, hurt has turned to anger. Let's see who does he fire today? When: Monday afternoon Where: Poseidon's mouth Warning: None
Poseidon sat in his own meeting grating teeth and cracking knuckles. He exhaled heavily rolling his eyes at the lengthy, long-winded talk his fellow colleagues were giving. They were looking at him, making their own decisions. In the last few weeks he'd lost his edge so to say and they were contemplating what to do even if this was his company. When did men not try to overtake the victor?
His chair turned from side to side, spinning like a bored five year old that needed something to do to pass the time. While they discussed the politics of work he was drilling in the back of his mind. Traces of Ate and Psyche's influence harbored deep in his mind while he had been fishing for the answers. He knew Zeus was behind this. He had no doubt about it. His brother was sneaky. Poseidon laughed to himself. If this was what he wanted, let him unleash hell.
The other men looked at the laughing CEO with questionable brows. "Sir?" they asked. In a flash of a second Poseidon's amused charm turned pissed off. That glare could turn them to ice and they stopped talking wondering what the next action would be. "Stupid mortals," he said getting up out of his chair snapping his pen in half and tossing it on the table while he straightened the lapels of his fancy suit. He looked so calm and collected. That silence was eerie, like the calm before a storm.
He smiled a most disturbing smile. All that hurt had turned to anger now. He needed to let lose a little adrenaline. Holding his head up Poseidon took one last straightening of his suit, tie included and stood over the two men who had been sitting opposite to him. One by one he launched forward curling their ties around his fist and dragging them to the floor with a growl. He proceeded to drag them out of the room and into the street. There were gasps, that awful sound of choking noises within his grip. Any harder and he would have snapped their necks.
They lay in the street gasping for air, Poseidon kicking them and rolling them further from the buildings main door.
"You're fired you fucking pigs. Crawl until your knees and hands bleed. Don't fuck with me, ever." His eyes flashed a deadly green. Like the sick ocean sky before a hurricane. Maybe he was paranoid or maybe he was right on target.