Vincent Kolby went through his whole life being hated and for good reason. He treated nobody with dignity and respect. Vincent felt that he was superior to everyone in everything he did and because of this he believed he could take liberties with anyone that he deemed to be below him. He was known for many things, but the number one item he was so notoriously reputed for was the treatment of his underlings at work. He truly believed that everyone he ranked was his slave and there to serve him on hand and foot at the drop of a hat.
His favorite manifestation of this behaviour was the tone and the use of language he exacted to abuse his underlings. He did not swear at them or call them stupid. No, it was nothing like that. It was always an oblique comment, let me give you an example. Let's say a subordinate co-worker was asked to do something and this worker screwed it up, Vincent would say, "I should have know better than to expect this much from you." Or he would say, "Well it looks like I am going to have to do this myself." It was always an indirect method of undercutting that belittled people and formed their intense and ever increasing animosity towards Vincent. What he didn't see, likely because he was blinded by his own ego, was that this type of treatment cut to the bone at an emotional level for many of these people he put down.
As for his overlings, or the people above him on the power structure at work, he would do everything in his power to sabotage them and undermine their authority. His number one technique in this respect was the act of level jumping. An act where one does not go to his direct supervisor, but instead boots up his concern higher among the chain of command. This way he could develop a relationship with the higher ups that he did not have direct access to. This enraged his immediate bosses, but somehow Vincent always managed to talk his way out if it, usually with the excuse that he had waited long enough for a response to his query and could wait no longer. And when Vincent would meet with the glitterati of the company he would make sideways cuts about the people who were directly above him. With this technique he was able to rise quickly in the company because this was the same technique used by the highest and most successful executives. The executives of the company did not frown upon his behavior, which they believed to be a good thing because it kept people nervous and on their toes.
In the area of romance and relationships Vincent was as equally manipulative. His choice of deception was that of rumor milling. This was his favorite and something he took great pleasure in doing. His mode of operation was always smearing a man or woman by saying they had been seen with so and so or that he had heard that so and so had been sleeping with so and so. The sad thing about it was that often these affairs were true, but where others would just mind their own business, he looked at it as an opportunity to ruin someone's life so he could get ahead in the work place.
Vincent had ruined at least five marriages in his time and he knew that when a person was having martial problems there was often substance abuse. A consequence of substance abuse would be a sharp decline in work performance and when this happened Vincent would be there to pounce on the chance to exploit the situation.
As for his own romance. He would go out with any man or woman no matter what their age or what they looked like or no matter what their health was long as this got him ahead in life. He was a real pig to say the least. He had married six times, four times to women and two times to men and had gotten divorced all six times. He had no children because he hated kids and calculated that children would not get him ahead in the world of work.
Then one day while on vacation in Las Vegas he was bitten by a lethal scorpion and died. His body was mailed back to his home town for the funeral. The turn out was enormous; nearly a thousand people showed up for the services, when there actually should have been nobody.
After the prayer service there was an open casket viewing of the body. All of his ex-co workers and lovers passed by. The third person passing through was an ex-wife who slapped him as he lay in the coffin. A couple of people later a co-worker whom he had abused gave him a quick jab to the head and another ex-lover elbowed him in the testicles. The last person in the procession train to view the coffin was a 98 year old lady whom was once a prominent rich widow. Vincent had dated her when he was 29 and she was 81. They had married, divorced and he took almost everything, living her nearly penniless. She was now living in poverty, dressed in rags with a wooden leg and cardboard teeth she had made because she couldn't afford dentures. She had looked into the coffin earlier and thought she had seen his eyes open and a grin pass over his lips. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a Colt .45 revolver and started blasting away into the coffin, emptying the gun's chamber. But the recoil on the gun was awesome which bucked her shoulder and she fired wildly, hitting Vincent's corpse only three times.
She looked down at the body and didn't see any blood. The priest called the police and when they arrived the officers tore off Vincent's suit which revealed a bullet proof vest. Puzzled, the police put the old lady in hand cuffs and took Vincent's body away.