A Way Down

By A.L. Svartz

Are you cruel? Do you have a negative outlook on life? Well if you do, times that by ten. That's how two successful CEO's named Richard Malmsteen and Hank Eisen feel. From living the life of luxury, these two do't see life that way. From dealing with their lazy employees and the psychotic ones, these two could really use a break. And that's exactly what they do. While deciding to take a flight to Madagascar just to get away from it all, the two CEO's and Mr. Malmsteen's pilot crash. With Richard and Hank awaking in a strange village with even stranger inhabitants, the two try to find a way to get back home. But the only way home could cost them to remain in the village forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.L. Svartz
• Release date: Oct 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311833952

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A Way Down

By

A. L. Svartz

Copyright Addison Svartz, 2014

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents in this publication are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. The moral rights of the author have been asserted in accordance with the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 THE LIFE OF TWO

CHAPTER 2 THE SHOOTING

CHAPTER 3 THE HEART ATTACK

CHAPTER 4 THE PLANNED TRIP

CHAPTER 5 CAUGHT IN THE STORM

CHAPTER 6 A DIFFERENT WORLD

CHAPTER 7 THE FAILED ESCAPE

CHAPTER 8 THE VILLAGE RULER

CHAPTER 9             THE NEWS UNFOLDS

Chapter One

The Life of Two

Carole, would you tell Johnson to come into my office? A man at a very fine desk said into his black, corded phone.

Yes Mr. Malmsteen, Carole said on the phone. Her seductive voice assured Mr. Malmsteen that he'll he right in.

He placed the phone back on the receiver. Fixing up his messing desk, he picked up a pile of papers and shoved them into one of the drawers. He moved his desk lamp towards the right corner of his desk. Lastly, he straightened his plated name tag which had Mr. Malmsteen CEO written on it.

A knock on the door came.

You may enter, Mr. Malmsteen said, cupping his hands together on top of the desk. The glossy black door from across the room opened. A sort of chubby man entered Mr. Malmsteen's office. Come, sit down up here.

The chubby man waddled his way over to Mr. Malmsteen's desk. Stepping on the wooden floor, he dared not to look up at his boss. The man's white work shirt had ketchup stains near the collar, and sweat stains under the arms. A plain red tie fell from his neck. He was bald, with straight brown hair on the side of his head. A large pair of glasses sat on his pig-like nose. His mustache covered his mouth.

Johnson went and sat down at one of the two chairs in front of Mr. Malmsteen's desk. You wanted to see me sir? Johnston said in a whiny voice. He pushed his glasses up to his face.

Yes I did, Mr Malmsteen said. He swiveled his chair to the left of his desk, staring at his computer screen. He typed a few letters into the computer while making a few clicks. Ah, here we go. Now Johnson, I'm looking at your sales chart for the month.

Johnson cut him right off. Look, this month is very slow. It's been like this for a while. I know there not as high as you would like them to be.

They're shit! Mr Malmsteen yelled. He snapped his head at Johnson. This is your worst month to date. You're doing worse than Stevens, and he just started last week! Mr. Malmsteen stood up from his chair. Get the hell out of my building you sack of shit. You're fired. I want your desk cleared in the next ten minutes or I'll have security throw you out. Now go! He pointed firmly at the door. Knowing in his head that Johnson had a wife and kid that he needed to support did not concern him.  

Johnson slowly rose from his seat, his head slouched down. He angrily walked over towards the door. As he was halfway out the door, he said one last thing to his now former boss. You know, one day you're going to get what you deserve. There's something called giving people a chance. I've been a loyal worker for you for years. The day you learn that you're a cruel person will be the day you die. Johnson slammed the door shut.

Mr. Malmsteen walked around his desk and over to a mirror that hung on the wall. He started fixing his gelled over black hair. And that day is very far away. After fixing his hair, he pulled down on the skin below his eyes, getting a better look at them. All this stress is doing a number on me, isn't it. The phone on his desk suddenly rang. He then straightened his suit and cleared his throat. He causally walked over to his desk and picked up the phone.

Mr. Malmsteen, Carole said. Mr. Eisen is heading up to your office, he should be there soon.

Ah good, Mr. Malmsteen said into the phone. He then hung up the phone. As he walked over to his desk, he reached down and pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. Popping the cork off he started to fill the first wine glass.

A few knocks came on the door before someone came into the room. He had on a very expensive suit. As he walked over to Mr. Malmsteen's desk, his blonde hair bounced. The hard steps he took echoed in the room.

Hey, what's with the wine? Mr. Eisen said. He approached Mr. Malmsteen's desk, pushing up his glasses as they were about to slide off his nose.

To celebrate! Mr. Malmsteen said as he filled the second glass of the red wine. He slid the glass over to the other side of his desk. Cheers! He raised his glass and took a sip.

Mr. Eisen picked up his glass. To celebrate what? He also took a sip.

I finally fired that pig Johnson, Mr. Malmsteen said, taking another sip of the wine.

Took you long enough, Mr. Eisen said.

He turned around and looked out the large glass window that was behind him. Look at them, Mr. Malmsteen said. All the filthy people that live in this world. It's sad that they will never truly enjoy