Meet Troy Estrada . . .
Hi, I'm Troy Estrada. I would shake your hand, but kinda hard to do behind a computer screen. Maybe one day, if we meet in person.
On the surface, I have all the appearances of the typical middle class man. Hot wife, supposedly high paying job, nice house in the burbs, 2 cars. Heck, I even have a very sexy secretary as icing on the cake. It seems.
My boss is Royce Garrison. One of the biggest Power Players in the world. Sounds nice, eh? Except that he's also one of the biggest jerks in the world. But, we all say that about our bosses, right? Cool, I'll just let you read my story and see behind that closed door.
Hot wife, one that guys drool over . . . including my boss. Yep, like any other couple, we have our problems and issues. The term "high maintenance" ring a bell?
Sexy secretary. Yep, one of the perks of a cushy job. (If cushy means daily headaches, threats of being fired, and a compensation check that seems to be missing . . . several "0"s. And . . . would you believe I'm the guy's right hand man? Enviable, right?)
Don't worry, I'm not one of those guys driving down the street in a Ferrari . . . or a Hummer . . . though I should be. But, such is life, right? Would you believe that YOU make more money than me? Well, you keep more money than me. Did I mention the term "high maintenance"?
Ok, well, anyway . . . all of that's about to change . . .
On the surface, I have all the appearances of the typical middle class man. Hot wife, supposedly high paying job, nice house in the burbs, 2 cars. Heck, I even have a very sexy secretary as icing on the cake. It seems.
My boss is Royce Garrison. One of the biggest Power Players in the world. Sounds nice, eh? Except that he's also one of the biggest jerks in the world. But, we all say that about our bosses, right? Cool, I'll just let you read my story and see behind that closed door.
Hot wife, one that guys drool over . . . including my boss. Yep, like any other couple, we have our problems and issues. The term "high maintenance" ring a bell?
Sexy secretary. Yep, one of the perks of a cushy job. (If cushy means daily headaches, threats of being fired, and a compensation check that seems to be missing . . . several "0"s. And . . . would you believe I'm the guy's right hand man? Enviable, right?)
Don't worry, I'm not one of those guys driving down the street in a Ferrari . . . or a Hummer . . . though I should be. But, such is life, right? Would you believe that YOU make more money than me? Well, you keep more money than me. Did I mention the term "high maintenance"?
Ok, well, anyway . . . all of that's about to change . . .
