He was terrible. He forced his employees to work overtime on holiday weekends. He was accused (but never convicted) of sexually harassing a dozen employees of assorted races, genders, and orientations. He used holiday bonuses to fuel his addiction to fat, greasy, expensive cigars which he habitually smoked in the cramped employee lounge. He respected no one, contributed nothing, and helped himself to everything.

He was That One Boss, until the day that he was caught cheating with the division manager's wife. Now he's a lineman on Troperiffic, collecting his pay doing the hard work in the trenches and waiting for the heat to die down. How long can an Ogre hold a grudge, anyway?