Mind the plot and theme; I disclaim the causes to get you mindfucked. I controlled my middle finger with an effort, smiled with calm regret and stepped back out into my private space called cubicle. I should have guessed before ever started here that, this is definitely a tough fight. Mr. Chen is our boss. We actually have two bosses here in the office, doesn’t mean we disregard the other one but the major business operation here is conveyancing whilst the other one is doing litigation. Get the picture? Back to Mr. Chen, he has this ‘island hair’, long face, and firm body except having slightly flabby gut. Some brains, some attitude and a severe substance abuse problem. (Assuming you can call a jargon a substance; it does have the same life-threatening consequences anyways). I have killed Mr. Chen in my dreams a thousand times. Sometimes I use a gun, sometimes a knife and sometimes my bare fists, but the end is always a happy one. The scenes on every single day mo...