Why was he doing this? Right. Right. Civic duty and all that jazz. ******** he’d donated a bit already but hit staff were having an inner group contest of who could donate the most. He knew he could out donate them all, (hell, if he wanted to he could donate the entire ******** stock they had), but no, that was just rude and ‘not in the spirit of the holiday season. ‘ ******** holiday season. At least his staff wasn’t like, making his wear Santa beards, reindeer horns, or red noses. He’d draw the line and shut everything down before it came to that point. He did however, humor them setting up a ‘Boss’ stocking in the break room. So far, it had nothing it. By the twenty fifth? He expected that to be full of coal, or panties from one of his idiot staff. One kept trying to get him under the mistletoe.


Sexual harassment indeed. The women did it and he stopped giving a ******** about them. They wanted in his bed? Fine. They would have to quit their jobs first. Surprising how after he told them that they stopped making advances, or they did quit. He really hated it when they quit because he felt he had to at least date them once. So idiotic. At least afterwards had could refuse them work. Women.

Still women problems aside, Marlo had to ‘contribute’ to the food drive. How did he contribute without making himself look like and a**? Easy. He did small bits over a long period of time. If he did it at once that was bullshit. But regularly dropping small bags. A can here and there.. Oh yeah he could wipe the flo- no. That was not the point. His semi-competitive nature was getting to him. Don’t start if you had no intention to win. That certainly hadn’t been the case when facing the crazed Don Diablos, (self preservation he would forever cite). For the most part, Marlo like winning. He liked showing someone up. Even if that ‘someone’ was in fact his whole staff. Who were just having fun and wanting to donate to needy families. Could he reallu be that big of an a*****e? Yes.
Yes he could.

Marlo was a born douche bag, and make no claims otherwise. Unappologetic, forward, and yet he seemed to upset less people than his brother. Amazing how the world worked at times. Still it was not enough, he had to step back for this. ‘Lose’ and only donate a bit. His staff… one of them could take the ‘prize’ of whatever the ******** it was and pat themselves on the back. Really. Whoever won probably could have spent just as much and gotten themselves the prize, if not for less.

Looking from the second floor down into the lobby, he sighed. Antlers. Hats. Holiday cheer all around. Making his way to the staff room he rolled the can of pasta sauce in hand. Once step at a time.