The Boss was THE Boss. No one dared challenge company policy, which demanded staff only used triangular paperclips, not the usual ones with rounded ends. Despite our degrees, our role wasn’t to question why. Actually, we weren’t there to question anything.
That came much later, when I found a photo of him and his wife in the paper. She’d fled with the kids, charging him with domestic violence. His former secretary, I remembered how her office was chaos, and his was anal.
Sure, opposites attract. Yet, somehow I knew, that using the wrong type of paperclip, must’ve caused their demise.
This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields. Photo prompt Copyright Claire Sheldon.
I would love to hear your comments on the whole opposites attract thing too. Most people I know, marry their opposite and yet it is also fraught with tension.