The Senior Executive Of A Large Commercial Cinema Chain

The senior executive
of a large commercial cinema chain
leans back slightly
smugly
smirkingly
in his large leather office chair
which creaks (or whimpers)
under his vast thighs.
The real victim of the senior executive
is not the spotty teenage box office attendant
on minimum wage
with the perpetual stench of sweets and ice cream permeating his nostrils;
nor is it the freckly pink jacketed 13 year old -
whose birthday it is today -
finding that she's already spent all the money her grandparents gave her
on a pair of 3D glasses
and a half-filled tub of chewy popcorn;
but this chair.
It groans with the strain of supporting the senior executive's weight
as he swings himself from left to right
and surveys his large 7th floor office
like a 10 year old looking proudly upon his make-belief castle.
The senior executive's beady eyes swivel gleefully in their swollen red bed
as he shoves his ballooned fingers into a box
of premium caramel-coated, gold-encrusted
"Topcorn"
and chucks the pieces vaguely in the direction of his gorge of a mouth.
As he chews, his watery eyes fix
on a man who seems very small to him
and who stands facing him on the other side of his mahogany desk.
Thin
sweaty
and vaguely shaking.
The senior executive begins to chew.
The representative from Topcorn Ltd. continues to shake.
Then
after the chief executive has licked each of the sausages which protrude from his palm with a grotesque slurping noise,
he brings his fist down onto the desk
with an almighty boom that shakes the entire 7th floor.
This causes crumbs to jump 3 feet in the air from the desk surface.
"NO!"
he yells in a strangled gurgle.
"You didn't like it?" 
says the representative from Topcorn Ltd. (though rather less voice sounded than he would have liked.)
"Well of course I liked it you insolent pustule!"
growls the chief executive.
"But I cannot possibly -"
he spits -
"allow something which tastes this good
to enter MY CINEMAS!"
The senior executive stands to intimidate
and interrogate
the representative.
His large office chair sighs almost audibly with relief.
But the leather remains moulded in the shape of the senior executive's massive behind
poised for the moment when he thunders back down again.