This is my new story, Men and Ethics, which I am going to sell on the internet to restart my writing career. It is about a dead CEO whose successor has hallucinations of meeting him in a company elevator. Read to your own delight… or horror, if you are a corrupt mayor, general, or chief executive officer yourself… mwahahahaha…

The day after he was buried, Tom Vanderhoff’s company, GreenPub.com, started succession meetings for their new chief executive officer. After a bit of debate, it was decided that Jim Wilkins would be Vanderhoff’s successor. Wilkins was a man of many words, but few letters. He always had a smile on his face, and said just the things you wanted to hear. But ever since he came to GreenPub.com, the company had been losing a few dollars a day. GreenPub.com was still in the black, but it was losing small amounts of money everyday even while the financial reports clearly stated that the company was experiencing 300% a year growth. It was always the steady 5 dollars that was being lost each day. Over time, the losses became so regular that few bothered to check into it. It was thought that several others were responsible, and those innocent ones had been terminated for it. Wilkins was never caught, but he continued to steal. He also made himself appear to be a skilled manager, and always took up new opportunities to lead people in teams and get them to produce beyond the competition. Jim worked from his first job to his last in the same company, from age fourteen as a copy machine operator to the day he died as CEO. And it would only be the fact that he was a klepto that would lead to his death. Tom Vanderhoff was known as a company boss who was never messed with. From his early days as a zine maker to his work as a copy shop manager (of the company he started, GreenCopies LLC) to his days as an online “Digital Marxist” self-publishing house boss to his death as CEO of multimillion dollar green technology conglomerate CEO, he was a manager and a competitor who was loved as well as feared simultaneously. Tom Vanderhoff had a favorite saying. He always said that if someone did to him any wrongful acts, he would come back from the Other Side to track down and destroy his enemies.

One day, as CEO Jim Wilkins was walking into the elevator, he got a strange feeling in his right arm. He closed the door, and just as he was about to hit the button for the parking garage (he was headed home after a long day at work), he saw a strange and familiar face in the side panel. Turning to face the side panel, he noticed nothing, so he immediately turned back to face the control board. Suddenly, the lights darkened. He thought to himself, Come on now, we cannot just lose power when we’re all about to go home, can we? Strangely, another thought came in right then: Oh yes we can. Everyone else will go home, but you and I shall have a little chat, shall we, Jim? Mental laughter followed. Jim looked around. Boy, is it getting awfully hot in here! Just as he thought that, the room suddenly got extremely chilly, and his sweat got cold enough that the water was just above the freezing point. Jim shivered. Cold, is it?! Now you know what death feels like! Ha! You? A CEO?! I would never have thought of it! Looks like this is what we get for installing a democratic leadership system on top of a federal operating system! Grunts. You were always a thief. I just never had the sense to fire you when I could have…

Jim felt extremely frightened at his seemingly schizoid behavior in the elevator. He felt around in the cabin for a light switch. None to be found. He felt the walls, and had a feeling something warm and putrid scented was running down his pants. Immense amounts of it, in fact, because he touched the floor and it was wet and deep. He also felt a warm liquid run from his nose. Both nasal cavities were congested with some type of metallic liquid. He soon passed out.

The story is about $5.50 USD for online reading or $15 USD for hard copy reading. This story is copyleft GNU LGPL 2.0

Please do not plagiarize. One less literary terrorist is ten more literary geniuses. Take that however and wherever you want…

Right now I make less than 400 USD a month so I don’t think I am going to be able to get a sales tax license, even if I wanted one (I do, just to be safe). I doubt I’ll break even with my room and board by the end of the summer, though if I do, I have to get off SSI (I have PDDNOS, so that’s why).

Lastly, if there are any other bloggers out there who would like to read my stories, just remember, constructive critique will keep me at this blog. Oh, and I am restarting ShenshuaiOne some time this summer. I also plan to have a serious discussion with Kwame Kilpatrick and try to do one of either two things: (1) get him to apologize to the community (especially the business community, which has a bad image now because of his deeds), and seek appropriate reprimand from the community, or (2) petition the government to get him to step down should he try anything stupid (like take away certain citizens’ First Amendment Rights or property or dissolve oppositional businesses through Emminent Domain).

Have fun reading my story. God Speed and Blessings from Detroit, Nathan Guannan Zhang (AKA Doomsday Profit)