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Grudge Monkey
Grudge Monkey
Grudge Monkey
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Grudge Monkey

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Will the punishment fit the crime?
Meet Rueben. A simple man in a complicated world, everything changes the day he goes to the old man’s house.
Nothing could ever prepare him for what awaits. In one heart stopping moment he receives a power he secretly longed for. But can he control it?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 8, 2016
ISBN9781311979285
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    Grudge Monkey - Jeremy Michelson

    Jeremy Michelson

    GRUDGE MONKEY

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    Copyright

    Copyright © 2016 by Jeremy Michelson

    This book is licensed for your person enjoyment only. All Rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

    Cover artwork: © Funwayillustration | Dreamstime.com

    Cover design by Jeremy Michelson

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    CHAPTER ONE

    The boss’ worthless, lazy, idiot son had a shiny, new, black Mustang.

    And it was parked in Rueben’s spot.

    Rueben slammed his fist on the steering wheel and stomped the brake. Cursed as hot coffee spilled on his hand.

    He sat there, half in and half out of Wender Heating and Cooling’s crumbling parking lot. The engine of his elderly Mazda rattled and coughed. What was that moron doing here so early? He never came in early. Noon was early for that overprivileged dipwad.

    He took a sip from his travel mug and set it back in the cracked cupholder between the seats. Shook drops of coffee off his stinging hand. Scanned the parking little parking lot. Five tired white and blue Wender vans took up most of the spots. Only two of which were in working order.

    Four more spots in front of the weathered office attached shop were taken up by the boss’ red Cadillac, Rachelle’s gray Civic and the pickups of Wender’s last two techs.

    Which left one spot.

    The one behind the Boinkbo Burger dumpster.

    Yeah, the one where they dumped all their rancid, disgusting, uneaten greasy food. The spot that would make his car stink like a bloated burger corpse by the end of the day. What had the weather guy on the radio predicted? Ninety-five in the shade?

    The flies would be so thick on that dumpster they could pick it up and carry it away.

    If only.

    Rueben gave the Mazda some gas and the car coughed and creaked forward. He ground his teeth together and eased in next to the dumpster. Rolled the windows up as tight as they went. Opened the door and flinched at the rancid wave of rotten food stench that assaulted his nostrils. It was already stifling hot outside.

    Ninety-five in the shade. Probably a hundred and ten on the cracked and crumbled blacktop in Wender’s parking lot.

    His car was going to smell like greasy burger death for a month.

    He grabbed his satchel and his brown bag lunch and got out.

    Fuming, Rueben slammed the door. A pice of trim fell off the rear fender, exposing bright blue paint. The rest of the car, the parts where the primer didn’t show through, was so sun bleached it was just the palest shade of blue.

    He kicked the piece of trim under the car.

    Hey, Roo, how they hangin’ bro?

    He jerked up.

    Standing beside the black Mustang parked in front of the office, Austin Wender. Spoiled man-child spawn of Noah Wender, owner of Wender’s Heating and Cooling Company.

    Rueben forced a calm, benign expression on his face.

    Yo, Aus, about the same, one lower than the other, Rueben said.

    Austin threw his head back and brayed laughter. Rueben had a sudden image flash in his mind. A hearty kick to Austin’s balls, then asking him how they were hanging.

    You’re a riot, Roo. Seriously, Austin said.

    Rueben let out a sigh between a clenched smile. Started across the lot. Tried not to look at the going-to-seed Wender building. The old metal sided shop wasn’t in too bad of shape. Other than one of the two big garage doors didn’t work any more. The shingles on the attached office were looking thinner every year, though. Rueben kept bugging Noah to budget in a new roof. But Noah would just send one of the techs up with a

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