This is the 65th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
Sweet Dreams, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 4th February 2013
Word count: 873
“Your lives are over. I don’t care that you have families, I don’t care about your sports events,” thundered the maniacal Carl Blacksmith , “You want those things? Then you get this done!”
The meeting room full of normally cool confident executives withered in the face of Carl’s vitriol.
Foolishly the Sales and Marketing executive piped up, “What if it can’t be done?”
No one warned him to shut up, everyone just averted their gaze and prayed the bloodbath would be contained.
“I know that’s a fear we all face,” Carl said softly, “It’s understandable,” everyone braced themselves the boss was being too nice. The Sales and Marketing executive took a deep breath, believing himself to have gotten away with it.
Carl walked round the room and over to the meeting room door, which he opened.