I hate the dutch

Chapter 1, Propeller Building, Chapter 2, Incel Tower

“I hate the Dutch” Wolfie screamed to the world, in his head, from the vantage point of his office overlooking the bakery floor. Corporate had just installed a new security system straight out of Robocop but designed by an environmentalist. “With their disgusting cheese, stupid shoes and oppressive windmill powered robot security systems.” Wolfie grumbled to himself.
The wind turbine itself was awe inspiring, anchored to the car park by a ring of massive bolts through a thick slab of concrete taking up 9 parking spaces. It had been part of the negotiations for the Corporate takeover of the bakery chain that this giant monster had been installed. Looking up at it from it’s base whilst the blades turned and the clouds sailed past gave Wolfie the feeling he was on a wind turbine powered Noah’s Arc crashing through the heaving ocean. The lazy powerful tri-blades would whoosh as they went past just above the roof of the bakery. How could this even be safe? Wolfie had to sit down.
The new system gave a clear picture of each staff member as they passed through the ominous series of black arches having their bodies scanned for viruses, weapons and excess baggage. Yes it was designed for airport security so it did the naked body scan thing as well but with those images encrypted.

Incel Tower
Wolfie had never quite got the hang of womanising with the staff. He could watch them from his office towering over the bakery floor. His management position gave him the necessary advantage over them like the middle aged film director and the young actress. Working in a bakery all the staff were on the plump side but one in particular, Chloe was a very rotund 23 year old blond who had curves in all the right places as Page 3 of the Sun used to put it before that sort of thing was considered ‘rapey’. At 47 Wolfie believed he had missed his opportunity not only due to his age but of the age we’re now in. A boring ‘beta’ like him stood no chance and any move he made would be ‘rapey’ and he’d be sacked and probably imprisoned. The classic Incel.
He took the edge off his celibacy by his indulgence with food, cakes obviously but he liked the way beer would swell his belly. Not what you would call fat by modern standards but perhaps go back to the 1980’s and he would have been the fat man. Not too fat to get fit but at that point where he either makes a decision to get fit or he will end up huge. His fat, any fat is sexual for him. Making himself fat is sexual, often taking reject cakes home with him for later use. Rejecting cakes was part of the company culture, waste-not want-not. “I expect the Dutch will try and put a stop to that too” he muttered, realising he must look like one of those crazy people, not a good look.