Chapter 1

Greg stretched his arms and legs out and yawned. It had been a long, boring morning at work. Nothing had broken, not a single computer had crashed. He hadn't even had to leave his office to fix some moron's computer after they stupidly ran some malicious software.

Greg had just taken several of the usual calls. A couple of forgotten passwords, a frozen email client, and one question on a feature in Excel.

Now it was time for his little hobby at work. He pulled up his text editor and put it into the secondary monitor. In the main monitor were the web traffic logs. Amazing what kind of information you could find out about someone based on their surfing habits.

He looked at the list of people in the text editor and found Brandon The Asshole's IP address and glanced through what he had found out about that jerk. Greg had only found one bad thing about Brandon from his web surfing: a porn site visit. With it just being that one instance, it was probably one of The Asshole's buddies playing a joke on him. Then there were the mundane things: Facebook logins, YouTube videos, mainly of people snowboarding which apparently was The Asshole's favorite pastime, news sites and Google searches. There wasn't even anything interesting in the searches for Brandon The Asshole. Again, it was mostly just him searching for snowboarding stuff, videos, equipment and tips and tricks.

It's surprising what you can learn just from what people Google for, thought Greg. Like that time two months ago when I discovered that Robert in Accounting liked to watch videos of women dominating men. The crueler and meaner the women were to the men, the more he seemed to like it.

After finding the IP address for Brandon The Asshole, he put it into the filter for the web logs and dug through The Asshole's internet visits. Once again, there was nothing in the logs.

I wish I could find some ammunition to get that jerk fired after what he did to me.

Over a year ago, Greg had been walking down the aisle between cubicles in Marketing to help Linda figure out, once again, how to do a mail merge in Word. Normally, Greg would have done this over the phone, but having a nice eyeful of Linda wearing tight skirts and low cut blouses always had Greg going to her cube whenever she called.

Greg had been minding his own business thinking about Linda's ample cleavage when he accidently bumped into Brandon.

Brandon had yelled, "Watch the fuck where you're going, asswipe! You almost made me spill coffee on my brand new suit!"

Greg mumbles an apology.

"What did you say, you little geek?"

"I said I'm sorry," Greg said a little louder.

By this time a crowd had formed around the two workers. Brandon wasn't going to miss this opportunity to show this little punk not to mess with him.

"You're sorry? Is that all you're gonna say for almost ruining my brand new Armani, you piece of shit?"

"Well, you didn't actually spill it on your suit, so it's not really a problem."

"Not a problem? It sure is a problem that you're too busy being a dork to watch where the fuck you're going. Go get your prescription checked so you can see when your betters are walking by and not make them ruin their suits.'

Laughter.

Greg fled, completely forgetting about Linda's cleavage.

Someday he's going to slip and show his bad side, and I'll have him. Get his sorry ass fired.

After finishing searching The Asshole's logs, he put in several more IP's of people who usually had interesting things to learn about. There was Bridgette who liked to watch videos of men getting hit in the nuts. She watched several of these a day. There was even a site she liked to visit that showed nothing but that.

Clark always looked at Schnauzer breeding sites and posted on forums about his award winning dogs. Hugh, the tall, fit British guy all the women lusted after, was a news junkie. He especially liked to see news about Europe and more specifically England. Gina was into knitting. Normally people associate knitting with old women, but she was a cute 20-something. Apparently, she just liked to knit things. Greg would see her around the building wearing sweaters or socks or hair pieces that she had made.

Greg made an occasional note here and there in his text file if someone had visited a different kind of site or anything else that sparked his interest.

Looking at Joanna in Receiving's Facebook chat log, he was amused to see that she had caught her fiancée cheating on her. Apparently she walked in on him boning some chick she knew. The chat log was of her bitching him out and threatening to dump his sorry ass. Greg filed that one away under her name.

Greg finally allowed himself to look through Kathy's logs. She was the one that he was really interesting in finding out about. Kathy was a hot 25 year old that worked in sales. Ever since Greg had first laid eyes on her, he had wanted her. The only problem was that she had a massive muscle bound boyfriend that drove a cool sports car and Greg was an average guy who worked in IT. He had no real chance with her. He hadn't even worked up the courage to talk with her, except the few times she called him to help her fix some problem.

Looking through her log, he found the usual stuff: news, videos, department store sites, searches for clothes or shoes and the typical work related stuff. Nothing that was even remotely interesting.

Getting bored with the web traffic logs, he moved on to snooping through the company's email.