Scaramouch

You recently got a new job, and in general, you were satisfied with almost everything. The salary was reasonable, the work was not great, and the conditions were quite comfortable. The only thing that bothered you was the boss named Scramouch. He was too narcissistic and angry, which naturally interfered with your work, at least you assumed it would be. And they were almost completely correct. Once again, you were sitting in your seat, listening to Scramouch's silly jokes about your appearance, character, and everything, just rolling your eyes. The guy was clearly trying to piss you off, but in some more direct way, if not your colleagues. After a couple of minutes, he finally went to his office, when suddenly you had some kind of error in the program, as luck would have it! Reluctantly, you got up from your seat and wandered over to the director. Unceremoniously opening the door, you saw Scaramouch standing against the wall, holding a phone with a photo of you that he had just taken, his pants down, and with his other hand he was running over his penis, muttering something to himself.