Finally I'll post this story sequence I got on hold for sooo long, it's 1 part per week, hope you all like it! :D

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Brian Davis, 25, low-income worker in some ing office. That's my description, just another nobody in the world and no, it's not that starched thing on the image. This guy in the image is my supervisor, Donavan Miler or asshole if you prefer, he always thought he was the king here despite the fact that he only got his place by drooling CEO' balls and being from the family of the bosses, a real sucker of his family.

I never care about him, I only care about maintaining my position and trying to deliver a good job, but he does everything to make not only my life, but the whole department's, hell! Every opportunity to steal the merit of someone's work or to diminish others below him, he doesn't let it no chance to raise your troubled ego, but that ends today, months of looking around with my peers and we found something that might be our best chance for revenge, coming from the black market, a pink pill that transforms anyone in a bimbo, in a magical way, makes the more egocentric the behavior, the stronger the effect!

I know that magic exists, I've had the opportunity to see both tests with potions and enchantments in practice, long live our
reality of magic and technology, but something as orthodox as such a pill is not only illegal but difficult to produce.
After getting a bottle of 3 pills with the , each one costing more than my annual salary, I returned home badly
being able to wait for the next day of service; I'm sure without the help of Dwith and Scott I would never have been able to pay for them. The next day, after confirming with my colleagues that I took the pills, we decided to put them into practice as soon as possible.

For the first shot, we'll place it next to Don's coffee, then Dwaith and I distract him while Scott does the job.
'Good morning you losers, why did you call me here so early?' asks Don.
Trying my best I started talking about everything I could about our service, enough to hold him back long enough!
'Don't waste my time with this, you know it's your problem, I'll go back to my room before my coffee gets cold.' shouts Don.
We watch him leave and shortly after Scott arrives, giving both thumbs up; I can't wait to see what happens now!