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respected animals, their elemental simplicity.
    Unlike people, so complex and confused, they no longer knew their purpose for being on earth, driven more by pleasure-seeking and vanity than survival and self-preservation.
    People were fakes, played games, said one thing and meant another, more into self-destruction rather than conservation.
    He hated fakes, despised hypocrites, and one of his main reasons for getting into the advertising industry was that this area of corporate America seemed to produce fakes and hypocrites in great amounts, as fertile a hunting ground as he would ever come across for pursuing his mission.
    Smiling in peoples’ face in the halls and elevators, while hating them in their hearts, deliberately misleading the public to sell a product, driven by the all-mighty dollar and politics 19
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    and not whether or not a client was worthy of glorification, were just a few of the sins he had witnessed in the business.
    He had more talent in one of his little fingers than most of the creative and art directors at DMT had in their entire bodies collectively—certainly more than that pretty boy Vega.
    He adjusted his audio surveillance equipment, lowering the volume on his headphones as Slany Breeze stood.
    So she liked the forceful arrogant types, did she? And this Wells guy must have been just such a type, from the sounds of it, the type that had obviously left a bad impression on Slany.
    He gritted his teeth, gut churning with possessiveness.
    No one was allowed to touch Slany, emotionally or physically, except him.
    He would have to track this Wells guy down and teach him a lesson. The exercise would be a nice distraction and supplement to what he was working on at DMT , would give him something to do in the interim rather than just obsessing over and assessing his next target, as pleasurable as these activities were.
    But first things first…
    He watched Slany as she headed towards her house across the front lawn, preceded by her chocolate lab and followed by her friend.
    Why she associated with such a lesbian slut was beyond him.
    It was plain to see that Peyton Carlyle—prancing around with her multi-colored hair and those tight-assed jeans, baring her stomach for the world to see, and speaking lightly of Slany's apparent chastity, all but encouraging her friend's promiscuity—had no morals.
    It was possible Slany pranced around in tight clothes like Peyton, that she was just as promiscuous and he hadn't witnessed any evidence yet. But since he had started at the agency a little more than a year ago, he'd made it his business to see and know everything there was to know about the fiery and talented art director. He doubted he'd missed anything.
    She was one of the rare people at DMT that he admired and with whom he liked to work.
    He also liked the way she spoke her mind, no matter who the recipient. She stood her ground with the big boys, even when said boys were her superiors.
    Nevertheless, he had determined she would yield to him , his dick hardening with the idea of her submission.
    Sure the other males on staff, especially Vega, had similar notions. Despite the creative director's denials and actions to the contrary, he could smell a kindred spirit a mile away, but he would make them all get in line behind him and take what was left when he was done.
    Not that there would be anything left. There never was. Not for the police, not for the coroner, and not for the trainees’ family and friends.
    He preferred the designation "trainee", for they were not victims, despite what the authorities and media called the women his kind favored. They were candidates, painstakingly chosen with too much tender care for so colorless a title as "victim," their role in his existence more symbiotic than parasitical. He fulfilled the trainees’ needs as much as they fulfilled his, as much as his parents' deaths had shown him the light and his true calling.

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    He closed his