[center][i]"Only in New York my friend, only in New York.."[/i][/center]
[center][color=red][i][sub]"b-but that happens in every metropolitan city"[/sub][/i][/color][/center]
[center][i][sub]"Shut the fuck up, Kenneth."[/sub][/i][/center]

[justify]Stanley Wood: assistant branch manager of Twin Oaks Solutions LLC.; graduated with a bachelor's in management from Georgia State; former bass soloist; and makes an okay martini. Everyone, even the most boring and average individuals, has a story of their own. A story that they think they're the big damned hero of. Stanley's no different, and that's why he's in New York City trying to make it big. It's not that no one ever told the guy how dangerous and how unlikely his dream was. They also told him that he cold make an average and comfortable wage back home: plenty of steps in the agriculture process that needed accounting done after all. He heard every piece of advice and warning that he could possibly get and the bull-headed son of a bitch refused on all accounts. As far as he was concerned, their concerns were just another obstacle. Just as much as the grueling process of interning while living in a dump of an apartment with an old internet friend halfway across the city; or working overtime without pay just to impress that capricious dickface of a supervisor; or the fact that there were 7 other sick sons 'a' bitches doin' the same thing to get his job. Stanley got by on luck, though if you ask him it was his winning personality and aggressive work ethic. Actually working for the company was more of the same, except now he got a real wage. Mr. Wood didn't mind that though: if there was anything that stubborn fool knew it was that anything good was a pain in the ass to get. Stanley swallowed his gripes and pencil-pushed and coffee-fetched with the most convincing false pride he could muster. "You'll all be my bitches in ten years" being the thought in the back of his head which motivated him the whole time.[/justify]

Stanley's been at it for 5 and a half years now, and mostly through luck, he's not done bad. A cushy enough management position of the local branch, a wage you can write home to momma about, a nice loft, a growing alcohol addiction, and the right friends in high places are among a handful of other rewards and blessings that Stanley has earned for his hard work, shameless self-promotion, and back-stabbing. Unsurprisingly, Stanley's a tough manager and he's not entirely popular with his subordinates, but his keen judgement and focus on the long-term has done well for the branch he's been assigned to. What used to be a failing arm of an otherwise mediocre company is now on the fast track to becoming the most relevant provider of marketing statistics and data for small businesses in Queens.