Abject

Wretched; lacking pride (adj)

Jerome Mackey, Jr. hangs his head and rocks back and forth on his feet while his boss, who is also his father, yells at him.
"Look at yourself! You can't even control yourself in front of me! Got dang, Junior!"
Junior's shoulders are hunched, his orange business suit from salvation army too small for his round body. He bites his nails and mumbles to himself, a large dark stain on his crotch where he soiled himself when his father started yelling.
There had been much nervous talk of nepotism at the law offices of Jerome Mackey, Sr., but none of the partners or their secretaries expected that the son of one of the most successful divorce lawyers in the county would urinate on his first clients during a meeting to draw up some initial paper work. (The case was an easy one too: two trailer park residents got drunk and went to Vegas and got married--standard procedure).
The meeting took place earlier that day, and it started out relatively fine.
"How c-c-can I help you two?" Junior twitched slightly, pulling at the end of his orange sleeve.
"Well, sir, it was all a huge mistake," drawled the middle-aged wife-beater clad husband, pointing at his wife who didn't look a day over fourteen.
"Sally here and me, we got kinda carried away because, see, we had had a little too much of a fourty-ounce together and..."
"You got married to teenager a-a-after drinking a f-f-fucking f-f-forty?" asked Junior.
The man raised an eyebrow at Junior and then looked at the frail girl next to him in a confused way. She shrugged at her husband, nervously keeping Junior in her periphery. The man looked back at Junior, who was getting angrier by the second.
"Well, sir, actually, I don't believe you have a right to be using that kinda..."
"I d-d-don't think you've got a r-r-right to b-b-be hangin' around in a t-t-trailer park d-drinking with this young girl..."
"Don't take that tone with me, now, mister..."
"I can't b-b-believe you f-f-fucking d-d-degenerates even exist!" Junior screamed.
That's when he lost control of himself and jumped on his desk and opened the fly to his orange salvation army suit and urinated on the man, who ran out of the office with a huge yellow stain on his wife-beater screaming for Junior's boss.