"You who uses a woman's death as company propaganda, you who nurtures a flock of vultures and encourages your fledglings to use her body as a stepping stone to a higher position. I hope that woman's face haunts you to your death. And even after that, I hope every drop of her misery stains your soul so deep that on the day of your judgement all the Lord can see will be your sin. And only then, will you understand a fraction of her suffering. "
That's what I would say if it wasn't wrong of me to say so lol. Ideally, I'd hope none of that happens and that boss would learn from this experience.
I couldn't have been able stand looking at someone so slimy and crooked tell me what I should and shouldn't do, what I'm worthy of. The atmosphere in that company is so dank and viscous, and they're just wading through it day in and day out. Bet they couldn't wait to get a whiff of fresh air. Even the scent of polluted rivers and hot city streets beats the audacious mustiness of some individuals.