Photo copyright David Stewart
They said it would be lonely at the top. They obviously haven’t sat in this executive’s chair.
A sycophantic (but inconveniently indispensable) assistant dogs my every step; I’ve got to make like David Copperfield to pee in peace.
There’s always some new upstart scrambling up the corporate ladder, thinking it’ll be easy to get his name on my door.
I worked hard to earn this position and the million-dollar view that comes with it. I won’t be ousted anytime soon. As long as I’ve got the strength to lift my foot, these Jimmy Choos will keep kicking that ladder over.
This is my take on David Stewart’s photo prompt for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. It’s a more literal interpretation of the picture than I would have liked, but I just couldn’t shake that scenario from my mind.