Glory and Envy

It was tedious work, being a research assistant. Long nights spent cleaning up the master’s mistakes, weekends missed that beckoned with thoughts of women and booze in equal quantities. He had no life to speak of other than his work; he was totally and utterly consumed by it.

And when it was all finished, when it was time for the presentation, that doddering old man would claim all the glory. He would watch from the shadows of whatever hall they were presenting in and be ripped to shreds by envy and jealousy. The master would raise his arms and bask in the affection and applause of all the admiring spectators. But it would not last forever.

Igor could not help but grin slyly as fiendish machinations ran circles around his head. He heard a sudden noise and shook his head violently, a dumbfounded look re-appearing on his features.

Huh-huh” Igor laughed stupidly,“Coming master!
As he raced down the hallway in a carefully insane matter, he comforted himself with a single, malevolent thought.


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