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The alarm rang, awakening the heavyset man. He woke up a mess, his crimson hair a tangled mess and only wearing his tartan patterned boxers. His wife, a woman who highly resembles Judi Dench with red hair was still sleeping despite her troubles with resting. The man walked over to her side and kissed her on the forehead, whispering, “I love you. Don’t drive dear. I don’t want to get in trouble with the law.” After showering, combing his hair, and brushing his teeth, the man of Scottish descent got dressed in a fine suit that an important person in the political world would wear. He then called his carpool driver, stating, “Good morning.”

On the other end of the phone was his coworker’s son Fleance. The boy answered, “Hi Mr. Macbeth. Daddy’s on his way to pick you up now.”

“Okay,” the red haired man answered to the boy.

He stepped outside of his house and looked over. Across the street were the three elderly gypsy women he saw a few days ago. He thought to himself, I still don’t know if I’m up to asking for permission to be CEO. I’m sure Mr. Duncan would say no. I just got promoted last week so maybe I’ll wait a little.

Once he came to, his coworker Ben Quinn honked, asking his friend, “Hey Macbeth, I see those gypsy men or women again. Are you going to try asking for the promotion from Mr. Duncan?”

Macbeth got in the car with his friend, saying, “I don’t have a good feeling. I’m sure he’ll say no.”

“What are you talking about? You’re his favorite employee. Then again, I don’t trust those crones. They’re full of it” snarked Quinn. The two men continued to talk about the experiences they had with the three gypsies.

Eventually, the two men of Scottish descent entered the office building that they work at. “Good morning, Mr. Porter,” spoke Macbeth as he entered the building.

Porter, an intern whose in his last semester at college spoke in a slurred tone, “What’s up dude? Everything’s like real awesome.”

“Just like my wife and those wrinkly pixies”, Macbeth whispered in his friend’s ear. As they entered the elevator, the two men saw their CEO Scott Duncan.

“Good morning Mr. Duncan,” Quinn said.

Duncan responded to his employees, “Ah, it’s Mr. Quinn and my latest administrator. How are you guys?”

Quinn responded, “Good Mr. Duncan. How would you be today, sir?”

Duncan spoke, “I’m as good as ever. I feel that our business would prosper with our newest administrator, right?” He placed his hand on an absentminded Macbeth.

Once he felt his superior’s hand, the red haired man freaked out and responded in a hasty tone, “Oh sorry Mr. Duncan! Just some troubles with my wife. I hope she didn’t take the car.”

“Calm down and relax. You’ve got a large task ahead of you. Malcolm’s already stressing about his finals for his master’s degree. I’m sure you’ll be fine,” reassured Duncan.

The day passed by quickly despite Macbeth’s distractions. During his lunch break, he saw one of the gypsies along with her black cat Graymalkin hissing slightly at him. Trying to ignore the sights, the administrator thought, Why is she here? Macbeth, pull yourself together. Maybe you shouldn’t be drinking anymore. Once the break was over, he passed by Duncan’s office and looked in. As he looked in, he imagined a gun. Go away gun. I don’t want to kill Duncan, Macbeth told himself.

Duncan was on the phone with his son and warned him, “Just because you’re almost done with your studies, don’t go around getting drunk, got it? I already have a poor intern who keeps stumbling around everywhere. I don’t need that if you’re going to take over the business.”

The day was over as Quinn drove Macbeth back home. Once he was back home, Macbeth saw his wife shooing away Graymalkin. He also turned around and saw the cat’s owner smiling at him in a wicked way. Ignore her, he thought to himself, At least the car’s where I left it. Don’t want to get in trouble with my friend MacDuff. As he got closer, he saw his wife watering the swing and asked in doubt, “Honey, what are you doing? The flowers are that way.”

“Sorry dear. There’s just a darn spot on this swing. I can’t get it off dear,” mumbled Mrs. Macbeth.

Her husband looked over and responded, “Dear, stop! There’s no darn spot!” He grabbed her by the arm and took her into the house.

As he placed her on the sofa, his wife in anger asked, “What are you doing? When are you going to be the man of the house for once Elizabeth? Oh, how I wish I had the parts you guys have. Maybe then, you’d be CEO.”

“Dear, I just can’t do it. My name’s not Elizabeth either. Stop consuming all the bread too. I want some as well,” responded her husband.

“Man up then,” Macbeth’s wife spoke in response as she placed a bottle at her mouth and started to sing, “Who’s Afraid of The Big Bad Wolf” as she gulped down the bottle aggressively.

Angered, the administrator yelled, “Stop drinking that waste! That’s why you’re seeing things that aren’t there!” He dumped one of her bottles in the sink and added, “Sorry honey, but I love you. I don’t want anything to happen to you just because you drink too much. I’ll ask Mr. Duncan if I can be promoted to CEO tomorrow.”

“Dear, whatever. So what if you lack the guts. I married something I already have,” responded his wife in a calmer yet still drunken voice. Macbeth did the housework for the rest of the night as he made his drunk spouse rest for the night.