"Are you okay, sir?" the security guard asked.
Greg grunted and waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah," he said, standing up. "I'll be fine just as long as that son of a bitch is prosecuted with the full extent of the law. No one treats me like that and gets away with it."
The guard took one last glance at him, then walked away. You want to know who the real son of a bitch is? he thought to himself, as he made his way towards the tasered employee. Chris' outburst was a bit extreme, but it was common to think badly of Greg Stevenson. He was a jerk and he liked being a jerk. No one could blame Chris for snapping like that.
Greg looked around and saw people still watching the scene, even though it was over. "Get back to work!" he yelled.
The employees looked uneasily towards each other, then disappeared into their cubicles. Some of the employees wished that Chris would have done more than just toss Greg on the floor. It would have been nice to have Greg out of the office for a while, even if it was just a few days.
Greg walked towards Chris' cubicle and that was when he noticed the transparent case full of spray canisters. One of the spray canisters was sitting on Chris' desk. He picked it up and looked at it, at first with puzzlement. "Sexy?" he muttered, reading the label. But then he remembered how people reacted when they (mostly women) saw Chris' body, after he removed his shirt. For a moment, Greg thought that some women were going to faint, seeing how ... how sexy Chris was. Greg knew Chris for over a year. He wasn't the type that worked out. In fact, he was the laziest employee in the office. Could it be that this spray canister made him muscular like that? As impossible as it seemed, that was the only explanation. Greg decided to try a small test. He turned the spray canister towards himself and pressed down on it, spraying himself.
After coughing for a moment, he felt different almost immediately. He sat down at Chris' desk and picked up the mirror that was sitting there. He couldn't believe it. His theory was right! With just one spray of the chemical, he was already noticeably sexier. His graying hair was gone, replaced by the dark brown hair he had years ago. And all his wrinkles had disappeared as well. He looked younger. But was he younger?
He looked down at the transparent case of canisters and realized that SEXY was only one of many choices he had at his disposal. He picked up a laminated slip of paper sitting next to the case. On it was the instructions for using the sprays. It said that changes could be both physical and mental. He smiled, thinking about how he could use these to his advantage.
Greg put the SEXY spray back in the case and picked the whole thing up (with the instructions) and took it all back to his office. He was gonna have a lot of fun with these things.
