So today I get to my desk of total domination and what do I find...my birthday cards from Grandma are a little out of place. My phone is off the hook and my multi-vitamins are a little less empty. My chair was lower and just little too relaxed for my raging.
What could have happened after hours at the office? Was someone trying to break into the secrets of Frank? CIA? FBI? Homeland Pew Pewrity?
I am not so certain yet, but what I do know. I have hired some bad asses to take care of bizness.
I am Frank Chow and I am on the look.
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