Pizza King

Pizza B.C was no longer Julius and mine, just the team from culinary school that had started a business based on a love for pizza. Now we had two major additions, and there was plenty of head butting.

It started as soon as Julius got back from Italy. Maybe it was the fact that he had a little assistant ready to do anything he asked, always complimenting and praising him, or maybe it was the newfound competition with Cassius to be the head of the business, but Caesar was suddenly acting as though he were king- and I, along with the rest of the Pizza B.C staff were his lowly servants.
“No you’re doing it all wrong” he would tell me about the way I threw my pizza. Or “You know you ruin the pizza with that much cheese, everyone hates it that way.” Every time he walked by with his “suggestions” Mark would be close behind, nodding and repeating everything he said.

Naturally, Cassius hated both of them; everyone who knew him knew that he was in charge, and his authority could not, and would not be under minded. Caesar and his backhanded suggestions managed to do just that, so of course they fought. It was Antony however that really got Cassius’ blood boiling. The fact that anyone would follow someone besides himself made Cassius spitting mad, and on a number of occasions he tried to fire Mark, with Caesar always coming to his loyal assistant’s defense.

Needless to say, our pizzeria had lost its loving environment and was now pretty miserable to be in. Although I seemed unaffected, I too was getting aggravated. I felt that people were forgetting the most important thing, the pizza. Money was gaining importance in its place, and that worried me. Even so, I made sure I never took sides, always trying to defend Caesar while forcing myself to believe that he hadn’t changed from the best friend and pizza partner I had once known.

It happened suddenly on what had seemed like an ordinary day. One simple sentence was all it took for the realization to come crashing down on me that I could pretend no longer.
“Brutus” I looked up at Caesar, ready for an insult, or a suggestion, maybe for him to brag, anything but this.
“I think we should open up a chain...”