The corporate shark swooshed as he sauntered.
A big fish in a small pond,
looking for titbits he could gnaw on
and sensing blood in the water.
He judged the performance of staff by what they sold in a week.
His steely-eyed appearance widened
as blue, cold and as deep as an ocean would be.
He coasts through a sea of paperwork surveying the wreckage.
Jagged teeth gnash uneasily
and halt his momentum,
as he trawls through the deadwood that make up the jetsam.
He sprays them a predatory smile as he circles their desks
his power-suited body heading out and through the lobby.
No words are expressed.
There’s a turning of heads nervously stretching above their computer screens
looking for who would be first to fall under his scrutiny.
TBC
Right, are you writing something else or is that it? @
Sinacog