With thanks to Erica Mitchell-Packington and apologies to William Shakespeare. Prompted by a line from Julius Caesar. “Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods.”
Cassie didn’t hate her boss. As bosses went, she admired him. But as bosses go, he had to. He was in the way.
She wasn’t interested in office politics, the usual ways of ousting a rival through scandal and subversion. Hers was a more direct approach. He’d have liked that. He liked everything to have aesthetic value. He was all about the look of the thing.
He was found by horrified clients in a breakfast meeting. Naked, trussed and roasted. Just where the croissants should have been
Cassie had a lean and hungry look. Smiling sweetly, she began to carve.
Tom Juniper Poetry 