"So just like you requested," Adrian smiled, "Pass the agency exam by the Eleventh. Today's the tenth."
Weazy peered from over the papers and nodded. Adrian could see the expression in his beady little eyes that he was not happy. The body language in his boss's tiny frame said it all. The smugness was still there and the wheels in his brain were still turning. It's as if he was still plotting his next move to oust Adrian since this tactic didn't work. Trying his best to live up to the nickname "Weasel" he had earned around the office.
Adrian wasn't about to give him the satisfaction though.
"You can save you breath...I'm letting you know now that I'm putting in my two week's notice."
The sarcastic manager looked up once more. The blank expression slowly grinded to a sardonic grin, "I'm not surprised. I expected that when I laid out the expectations for you that you would be quitting. I knew you didn't have what it takes."
This was what had always eaten away at Adrian. He wished he could have been shocked by the response, but he had grown accustomed to inappropriate remarks such as those. The man who was supposed to be fostering his development as a manager had always been the opposite. Weasel had always tried to assert his authority from the very beginning of his tenure as department manager a few months ago. Managing by fear and intimidation through his small frame. Doing his best to perpetuate the whole midget complex stereotype.
"Will you be getting another supervisor job?" Weazy asked.
"I have something else lined up," Adrian nodded.
He was not about to give Weasel the satisfaction of knowing what his career path was. Why should he? He didn't owe him anything. This is the same man that passed Adrian over for a promotion for the cute blond instead. The one who Weasel took on a "business trip" to Reno for a week. The one who suddenly returned from the trip with the mantle of "high performer" and was showered with accolades from senior management. But of course there was nothing going on between Weasel and Jerrilyn. It was just a coincidence that her and Weasel had such a friendly working relationship.
"I don't know what you were doing here in the first place," Weasel grunted. "You people are never cut out for leadership roles."
That was the last straw. Adrian lept over the desk and landed a right hook to Weasel's jaw in one solid motion. It caught the manager just as much as surprise as Adrian was by the fact that he did it. He had always said he wouldn't let the actions of one man push him over the edge as this so-called manager had been trying to do for so long. However, the months of constant verbal abuse and demeaning behavior and finally gotten the best of Adrian.
Weasel did not even have enough time to counter. He had always prided himself on his history as a college wrestler and the fact that the still had the build to prove it, but that training did him no good when he was caught off guard. The blow knocked him out of his cushy over-priced chair as he sprawled out on the floor. He sat there in amazement with his pride stinging just as much as his now swollen face.
Now it was Adrian's turn to smile. He knew that security would be around the corner any minute. He knew that he should have known better than to act so brashly. After being in the professional word for well over a dozen years, the still young professional knew the proper decorum in the corporate environment. He just could not help it though. That man brought out the worse in him. And even putting in his notice didn't seem to restore enough of Adrian's self-confidence as he thought he would. But somehow, knocking out that arrogant, pitiful excuse for a human being made things all better.