Zoltan was having the time of his life. He had just been offered a raise at work. He had brought in a new client with a very lucrative portfolio.
His bosses were so pleased, they were practically kissing his ring as if he were some big Mafia boss. Zoltan liked that. He enjoyed the feeling of power and respect it offered.
Standing at the window of his impressive penthouse suite, Zoltan felt like he had finally arrived. No longer would he be the boy from the broken home, with no food, no prospects.
He had finally reached the top, and he was going to enjoy it.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
