Page 91 of Unwillingly His

A loud male voice came from the executive break room by my office as I was passing by.

“Why else would he let that little whore take over the entire charitable fund? Does he even know what she’s doing? I know she has no idea what she’s doing.”

When I turned the corner, I saw exactly who I was expecting—Brian talking shit and drinking coffee while his entire department was struggling.

Next to him were a few of the other executives, clearly just stopping in to get a cup of coffee and looking extremely uncomfortable.

One of the secretaries was clenching her teeth as she waited for her lunch to heat up in the microwave. She wasn’t the kind of woman to take something like this lying down, but she was smart enough to know that confronting someone like Brian was never the right bet for a woman like her.

It would cost her job, and Brian might even be violent.

Instead, I had no doubt that she was collecting evidence to go to HR to get him fired.

Well, lucky for her, I was going to shorten that entire process.

“I mean, having the yearly charity gala at the distillery is just tacky. I know she’s probably trying to be cool or hip or whatever the little bitches like her call it these days. But she has no idea what the fuck she’s doing.”

“How about you tell me what the fuck you’re doing?” I asked, strolling into the break room.

Brian looked at me for a second, his eyes wide and the blood rushing from his face, but then the cocky little asshole smirked at me. “Just telling it like it is, boss. I think you made a mistake hiring that inexperienced socialite to run the charity. I mean, I’m sure she looks great bouncing on your cock, but is that really the type of image we want to give the charitable fund?”

“Everyone out now,” I barked. Everyone, including the secretary, left the room.

Brian tried to leave with them, but I blocked his path.

“You told us to get out. Make up your mind, old man.”

“Oh, you will be leaving, but we’re going to have a conversation first. I’m going to teach you some fucking manners.”

I grabbed him by his neck and pushed him against the wall, making sure his head hit the plaster with a satisfying thud sound. I didn’t want to do any serious damage, but enough to at least hurt and shake him up a bit.

Just enough that if he decided to be a coward and sue, there was no evidence, and I could destroy him with a defamation suit.

“Get your hands off me.” He struggled, pulling at my fingers. I held him tighter.

“What gives you the right to talk shit about Stella? Or about any of my employees for that matter?”

“Since when did we call whores employees? Just because it’s called a blowjob doesn’t actually mean there’s any work ethic to it.”

“I see. So you think only people who add to the company’s bottom line, who show up day in and day out and do their job effectively, deserve respect? And everyone else is just whores and sluts?”

“Exactly,” he said with a satisfied grin as if I had come to accept his way of thinking and would now join him in some misogynistic douchery. “She is acting like she has a job and isn’t just a pity fuck you put in an office.”

“By that logic, you should be spending every single break you have on your knees in the men’s room, sucking cock for a good quarterly review.”

“You can’t—” he stammered, and I held him against the wall, slowly cutting off his air.

“I can, and I did. Just in case it’s not abundantly clear, you’re fired. You can leave on your own accord, or I will have security drag you out of here by your fucking hair.”

“You can’t fire me for?—”

“I can fire you for whatever the fuck I want. Actually, you were going to be fired at the end of the quarter anyway because you’re shit at your job. But you’ve just given me an excuse to cut the dead weight a little early. Get the fuck out of my building.” I let go of him and expected him to run off.

“No.” He stood tall with that same shit-eating grin. “You can’t fire me. I’m Ronan’s cousin. I’m the one doing all his work on the foundation, and your little whore is just getting in my fucking way.”

I had honestly forgotten I had given Brian the position he had because Ronan occasionally used the foundation to launder money.

I had been letting him do it for so long in exchange for dealing with the unions and other headaches that I had forgotten about our arrangement.

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