It was a weird vibe working with some of these managers beefing with each other over my supervisor. I couldn’t really careless about their issues. However, I did feel bad for my supervisor because the dynamic of relationships between her and almost all employees in the building changed drastically and quickly. Suddenly, nobody wanted to talk to her and she was like an outcast. Many of these employees were scared to be seen with her for whatever reasons they had. I personally didn’t give a shit and I had no problem talking to her. I never asked her about what happened with her and others. What was the point?

Eventually, after awhile, my supervisor was being relocated back to Miami. I don’t personally know exactly what went down after the rape incident, but I was told that my supervisor made a deal with the company to drop the rape charge and return to Miami as a manager. Apparently, Fat Prince was a child of someone who had ties to the company and upper management for years.

And without saying anything, my supervisor was gone and I was left with a bunch of headaches as usual. I really felt bad about her departure. She was a good worker to say the least. Unlike myself, she was actually looking for a promotion. Unfortunately, being a good worker was not enough for her to get promoted in this big corporation.

Someone told me,

“Fat Prince is not a rapist until found guilty in court.”

“OK. However, do you think OJ killed his wife?,” I replied.

“Yes. I believe he killed his wife,” he said.

“You know OJ was found not guilty in court. So what are you talking about?”