Page 33 of Love Not Qualified

Merielle opened the door and I shooed her away when she questioned me with those big eyes of hers.

Go away,I mouthed.

I put my back on the door, making sure she won’t enter again until I was done.

“What do you mean?”

I exited the call for a bit and texted him the proof, then I put the phone back to my ear. “I sent you a photo with my task list for Wednesday.”

He was silent for a moment, a muffled sound coming from the speaker. I bit my bottom lip as my heart beat harshly in my chest.

If he was going to throw me out for something I didn’t do… he was a lot less professional than I thought.

“Fuck,” he murmured, and I heard something knocking down. “Was Sara not there with you? She was supposed to check you every step of the way.”

“She was.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. Now I remembered the exact moment I sent the email and how I found it a bit harsh. Yet I didn’t have any authority over that kind of stuff, so I kept my mouth shut instead of telling her what I thought. “And she said it was fine.”

Again, I was met with silence.

If this was an important opportunity for him, I understood where all of his frustration came from. I couldn’t imagine working to achieve something for ages and as soon as it happened, someone else fucked it up for me.

I should’ve been happy I wasn’t the one responsible for the downfall of a potential contract, but that didn’t change the fact I was the one who sent the email that ruined any chance for him and his company. I wasn’t happy about it because I liked the job. Every day I woke up excited to work. It was the first time I felt like I belonged somewhere despite working in a place that washigh above me. I wanted to do well. I wanted to make my boss glad that he gave me—a nobody—a chance.

My chest tugged, maybe this was what I was meant to do.

“I’ll fix it,” I found myself saying and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to hit my head on the wall.

I’ll fix it?

What was wrong with me? How could I fix it if I had zero experience when others a lot more experienced than me could barely convince Gorig to work with Graves Automobiles?

But then, I could do this—god knows how—and get Mr. Graves to trust me and see me as a valuable employee.

“You can’t fix it,” he said so sure it made the blood in my veins boil. “They are very hard to reach and convince.”

Hard to reach and convince, huh?

That made me want to do it even more, only to show him I could do it even if he didn’t believe I could. Even ifIdidn’t believe it.

“Just give me a chance and I’ll at least get you a meeting,” I said, my hand lifting to roam through my curly hair.

Mr. Graves sighed into the speaker and I held my breath. “It can’t get any worse than this, so whatever. You have a week.”

The line cut off and I was left alone with the beeping sound of a hung-up call.

Good job, Haelyn. Now you had to fix something you didn’t do.

Me

how stupid am I on a scale from 1 to 10? *thinking emoji*

Chad Bitt

0. Why?

Me

I think the correct answer is 11 and everything after that

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