Page 114 of Savage Bosses

“Damn, that’s cold.”

“I’m Kyle’s admin. If I were you, I would get up. Kyle looks like he can beat you up.”

“That could be true. It’s possible. Maybe it happened once or twice when I was in high school.” Wesley shrugged.

“I appreciate your honesty. Now please go see this man.”

“How long have you been working here?”

“One week and two days.”

“You deserve a raise.” He joked.

My eyebrow rose. I walked to the open door. “You coming.”

“Yes, I love to come.”

I waited at the door for Wesley to hoist his hungover ass out of his chair. I felt like a correctional officer. I walked behind this man all the way there until he entered his brother’s office. One thing down and a million things to go. Kyle loved sending me emails with things to do. I wanted to go home.

As the hours ticked by, I could feel the exhaustion setting in, but I pushed through, determined to keep this job. It might take a while before I was placed with another company. It had been about three hours of peace before my phone rang.

“Aerica Bolden, FuSeWater, how can I direct your call?”

“Temp girl, you know it’s me. Why did you say all that shit?”

“Just being professional at the workplace.” Dummy!

“Get in my office. Now,” Kyle’s voice boomed through the phone, making me pull the receiver away from my ear. I grabbed my purple notebook and my pen.

I sighed and straightened my blouse before walking the few steps towards his office. I had to mentally prepare myself for another one of his tirades. As I entered, he didn’t even bother to look up from the mess of papers on his desk.

“Sit,” he commanded, finally glancing at me with those piercing blue eyes. I obliged, trying to maintain my composure. I sat in the leather chair in front of his desk.

My face said now what, but my mouth said. “Yes, Mr. Caldwell.”

“The reports you emailed this morning seemed incomplete.”

“In what way?”

“This report is garbage. It doesn’t tell me anything. Did you look at it?”

“I did. The numbers are all the same.”

“Not really.”

“I don’t understand.” I admitted.

“No, look.” He pointed down to the spreadsheet on his desk.

“The findings are close, but it looks like the pool of people used to test the new product packaging were very similar. Why?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t here when the testing took place.”

“Look at it. What do you see?”

“Um, I see the demographics of the testers were very similar.”

“I’m going to have to shoot a commercial in a few months for this new product, and I don’t even know what it’s going to look like. This is bullshit. I need you to set up a new group.”

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