Page 19 of Devilish Bully
“He was normal long ago.” He looks amused.
“What changed him?”
“The money.” He laughs and shuts my door. “Have a good day. I’ll see you this evening.”
I nod and watch him drive away.
Staring up at the tower, I wait until the minute hand moves three spaces before forcing myself to go inside.
Boarding the elevator, I stare at my reflection.
“This is uninspiring, redo it.” Mr. Pearson barks at yet another team member as I step into his office. “You have fifteen minutes.”
I look up at who’s on the receiving end of his rage today and notice it’s the marketing director.
She grits her teeth and walks toward me, tucking a napkin into my purse before leaving the office.
Confused, I pull it out—spotting a note.
Thank you SO MUCH for saying what everyone thinks about him.
(Even if he never changes.)
Hopefully we’ll get to chat around here someday :-)
I crumple it and stuff it into my pocket.
Stacking today’s files, I walk over to his desk and clear my throat.
“Mr. Pearson?”
“I’m busy.” He types on his laptop. “Get away from my desk.”
“I just have a simple question.”
“I’m sure someone from the C-Suite can answer your question, Miss Clarke.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” I say. “Since most of my work this week has been files, I was wondering if I could take them with me to the boardroom and join the team in there.”
He immediately looks up at me. “Come again?”
“I mean, you barely speak to me while I’m in here, and it seems like you don’t really want me in your office, so…”
“So, what, Miss Clarke?”
“So…I’m thinking that I should probably work around people who I can actually talk to and in a place where I’m not subject to the boss going off on everyone.”
“Have I gone off on you?”
“Not yet…”
“So, no.” He stands to his feet. “Correct?”
“I’m not trying to argue with you.”
“Then you should’ve walked away from my desk when I asked you to.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll do it now.”
