"HOSTILE TAKEOVER"
His heart raced with anticipation. The struggles, the set backs, the frustrations. All seemed like a fading night terror, but the scars were there as an indelible reminder of the high price paid for ascendance to this top executive position. Finally it would be in his hands to set things straight. The reorganization would be bloody and complete. The deadwood, the counter-productive, those deceitful climbers, who lied, cheated and stole to enhance their own position. This scum was history...No golden parachutes...No ceremonial nothing. Gone, forgotten, bad baggage over the rail.
HalleluYah!
He walked slowly, thoughtfully to the lectern, studying the nail marks in his hands.