I still remember the moment when my patience is beyond the acme of what it should be. I still remember when I went to the office, where I spent my 3 years of working as the assistant of the marketing manager there. The company was nearly huge with its own product called, “Sadani”, which is a product of meat made for the burgers. When I went to the office, I got rattled. It was all because of the very sight of my bossy boss, Mr. James O’Neil. He always pushed my faith near being lost. There was once a situation where I could not get a full grip of my fiery heart. That was the time that the beast inside me was unleashed. It was one fine April evening. I was finally declared to be able to get myself in my cozy home after two weeks of suffer in the boring Intensive Care Unit. I had had a quite terrible accident on my way home from work. I was found unconscious at the scene. Luckily, I was able to wake up the day after. So, I decided to continue working the day after the doctor gave me permission to do so. I had to work immediately because my cynical boss would only gave me half of my salary if I did not do so. Despite his good-looking face with the firm body, he was just a domineering, inconsiderate, and self-centered type of boss. Oh how I hated him, to extend that I always imagined slapping his face with his keyboard, hardly. As I crossed the threshold of the office, the coworkers there greet me welcomed me with all of the possible manner. I headed towards my desk without furthering any time. It was all dusty. I made myself seated on the same old chair. After a decent sigh, Maria, one of my favorite colleague told me to attend the next meeting afterwards. She told me there was something to say about promotion to be the marketing manager. PROMOTION. I had been awaiting for so long for this. I was absolutely ready to give a thankful talk for this occasion. I meant, who else? I could only see me playing the hardworking-worker-that-des