I started out hating my boss at said job. He was a micromanaging pain in my anus. He was also the CEO's son, so it was always someone else's fault. He had the fancy Jaguar, the big salary, the buff body, and was generally the cock of the walk.
Then one day, I found out that he lived alone in a Holiday Inn, and desperately wanted to get married. It got kind of hard to do anything but pity him after that.
He was only 32.
