Super Born: Seduction of Being by kkornell Page B

you picked the wrong
career, the wrong bank, and the wrong woman,” I said, moving in on
him.
    He raised his arms to protect his face as I
delivered another sharp blow. He fell limply to the
ground.
    I stood behind him, looked around for any more
of the gang, and then walked over to recover my bag and
deposits.
    With the shots having been fired, no one else
moved. They just whimpered or listened with hands over their
heads.
    I grabbed my things and started toward the side
door as the police stormed through the front. A commander saw me
walking away and gestured to a patrolman beside him. “Go stop her
and bring her back,” he said as he pointed at the side
door.
    But I was long gone.
    * * *
    I don’t think my supervisor liked me much. She
had seen me come back from lunch fifteen minutes late, then
corralled me into her office. From behind her desk, she looked at
me with her sour puss and tapped the end of her pen on the desktop.
Then she pointed her evil wand at me. “I have warned you about this
over and over. You’ve already been written up once for being
late…Tell me, do you like your job here?”
    I had to think about it too long. “Yes, I
do.”
    “ Do you know the company policy
regarding tardiness?…We do not tolerate it!” She said waving her
wand in my face not waiting for my response.
    “ It really wasn’t my fault. You see,
while I was at the bank…”
    “ Tut, tut, tut! Don’t waste my time
explaining. You are either here at the appropriate time or not.
There are no excuses!” She said, waving her wand at me again. “Do
you think you can do whatever you want like that Bib woman whose
running around all over town?”
    By now I’d decided that I liked the
sound of being called B.I.B. but Bib twice in one day was
irritating. In my mind I imagined holding her out the fourth floor window by my little finger, listening
to her screams.. But then I thought of how bad I needed this job,
so I said, “I am sorry.”
    “ Sorry doesn’t cut it, Missy! I have
not missed a single day of work in twenty-two point three
years!”
    With that number of years I couldn’t help but
imagine her dressed in colonial clothes lighting a pile of wood to
set a witch on fire.
    “ Tell me, what you would do if I
were late and not here to lead you and the other lolly-gagging
members of my staff?”
    Cheering was
my instinctive reaction to that thought, but I knew that was the
wrong answer. In my head I wondered what it would look like if I
were to crush her between my hands down to the size of a talking
head that I could just leave on her desk, bitching. “We would be
totally lost if you were not here on time to lead us,” I said,
trying to keep my mind on the fact that my rent payment was due.
“That is correct. Finally, you are getting the point!” She stood up
and creaked around her desk toward me. She peered at me through
slit, reptilian eyes. “I like you, Allie. You sometimes are
perfectly adequate.”
    I held back my clenched hammer fist by thinking
of rolling her up and bouncing her like a basketball, which I then
tossed into the nearest trash can. “Thank you, ma’am.”
    “ I am going to let you pass with a
strenuous warning this time. But in return I expect you to make up
your time and then some.”
    I wondered how loud her bones would crack if I
snapped her in two and how many times I could fold her in
half.
    Then she held up three fingers, thin rods with
saggy, puckered skin. “Three write ups and you’re gone,” she said.
“Remember that. Now, out of my office,” she said, pointing to the
door and then creaking back behind her desk. “You’ve already wasted
enough time with this foolishness.”
    As she turned her back to me, I wondered if I
could kick her into orbit or just the next county with one swing of
my leg. “I will try to do better.”
    She grumbled some sort of response as I turned
and scooted out of the office back to my cubical. I sat and looked
at the girls around me, knowing the