'Yo, what the fuck! Look what you did, you ass!', he roared, grabbing his colleague by the collar and shaking the man so hard that his glasses flew off his nose. With a flushed head, he stood up and shouted at his colleague. So did his protein shake, which then spilled over the keyboard and his papers with an unsightly splash.Īshton stared in disbelief at the thick liquid running across his desk. What was the guy's problem? Why did he want to ventilate here, he was crazy! 'Hey, you moron, can't you hear me?', Ashton almost shouted and hit the desk with his huge fist so that everything on it shook. My body has to be admired', he said in his usual, very loud tone and laughed so loudly that it echoed under the high ceiling.
'You know, Carmichael, if I have to sit here any longer, I'm going to get all stupid. With his legs spread wide, Ashton sat back in his office chair, ignoring his colleague who seemed to be concentrating hard on something. Tall, with huge muscles, bald, hairy - and never at a loss for an opportunity to present his body to every person he met. Ashton Kent was not just any colleague, but the most unpleasant contemporary imaginable that one could meet in the corridor of the authority. This name caused most people who worked in the Halifax Authority to fall silent and disappear back into their rooms as quickly as possible.
