Professional Homicide, or the Birth of an Executive

by solaris2001

His sweaty palms dampened the blue notecards clamped between his bony and quivering fingers as the emcee cued him for his inaugural keynote to the conference of industry experts. Years of formal education and institutionalized exploitation of his technical savvy culminated into this moment, his quick and unrefined rise from the metal folding chair and shuffling approach to the lectern centered on the dais. A feeling forgotten since high school burned his stomach, climbing through his chest to insidiously sponge the moisture from his throat and tongue. Suddenly, contempt and bloodlust quenched his lips and he spoke with ruthless ambition.