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Carter stood there, wondering when was the last time anyone had called him stupid – except maybe his mother.
Then, he laughed.
“Alright, alright, I get it.We’ll see if she can be transferred to finance, working directly under Trick.That’s technically a promotion but she won’t have the power to make anyone feel like crap that way.”
“Sounds good, but you’ll need a head of accounting.”
“Interested?”
She shocked him again, by shaking her head.
“Hell, no.No way, no how.”
“Why?”
She hesitated a little before confessing, “I guess I know my heart wouldn’t be in it, you’ll need someone really focused on their career, and, well, Ilikemy job.”From the way her face crumpled, she didn’t, “but Ilovemy books, and honestly, I don’t think I’ll stay on as an employee for very long, if my sales stay steady.”
The entrepreneur in him immediately switched on.
“How much do you make out of the three you’ve got out?”
“The first month, thirteen thousand.Ten on the second, seven on the third.By the fourth, I got paid my first lot of royalties so I invested in some ads, and I was back to ten or so.”
Carter just stared at her.
“And why are you working for me, again?I mean, there’s no way we pay you as much.”
She hesitated.
“Well, I don’t know.Everyone has told me writers couldn’t really make it, and if my sales collapse all of a sudden, what do I do?”
He wanted to say,you rely on me.That’s what partners do.Or he could have gone for,your sales aren’t going to collapse if they’ve held steady for months and you have the capital to maintain the advertisement.
Instead, he said, “I’ve changed my mind.Never mind Michelle: you’re fired.”
Epilogue
Carter
“I’m not interested,” he repeated for the umpteenth time.
“But… but you can have my ass, too!”
“I’m going to get married, Tara.I’ll fuck my wife’s ass from now on.”
“I don’t understand.Why would that make us stop?”
Carter was going to get a headache if this conversation didn’t stop.Yesterday.
Suddenly, the phone was yanked out of his hand, and into a pair of freshly manicured fingers.
“Listen, bitch: he’s just not that into you.Don’t make it more embarrassing than it needs to be.You can keep the clothes, you can keep the credit card until the end of the month, but then you’re done.There’s ten thousand left on it.Have at it.Cause us problems, and I’ll dig up every bit of dirt on you and send it to your boss.Starting with the fact that you’ve spent a year whoring your prissy cunt.”
On that note, Lucy hung up, before typing away on his phone.
“I’m redirecting her calls to my phone.I’ll handle her from now on.”
He stared at his assistant, stunned.She’d always been a ballbuster, but he’d never seen her sound and act quite so cold.
