Page 1 of Midnight & Mergers
ChapterOne
“You’ve got to be kidding me! I’m the one whose name is on the lease. Why are you kicking me out? You should be the one leaving, Jeremy.”
“Like you could afford this place? You don’t have a job anymore.”
Teagan’s eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath.
“Are you saying you are going to fire me? That’s really rich coming from you. I made your company the success it is!”
“I’m with Leslie now. You know that. And she’s a better marketing manager than you are. Plus, you haven’t been the most professional at work lately.”
“Why is she better? Is it because her boobs are bigger?” Teagan crossed her arms in an attempt to hide her B-cup from his view. It was silly on her part since he’d already sampled the goods for just over a year. She let out a clucking sound with her lips before continuing. “And you say that I am the one being unprofessional? Must I remind you how I found out you were cheating on me? You were fucking her on your desk in the middle of the day, for cripes’ sakes!”
“And you should understand the common practice of knocking before you enter another person’s office! You should also be aware that the practice of throwing things at your boss is assault and battery!”
“Oh, please! It was a stapler, and you ducked. I made my point. No harm, no foul.”
“Look—this isn’t working—you must get that. And if you leave quietly, I won’t blackball you from the industry. Lord knows I’ve got every right to do so after you smeared, ‘Leslie is the boss’s slut.’ all over the bathroom walls.”
“You can’t fire me just because you think I did that! Prove it!”
“I can fire you. And I don’t need the proof. You are the only one bitter enough to want to write that. Plus, the assault alone is more than enough to fire you.” He said to her as he handed her a weekender suitcase. “Take enough of your clothes for the next few days, and when you find a place, I’ll have the rest of your things sent, including the furniture and the furball. I can’t use any of the furniture since Leslie is allergic to cats. The fur is embedded in everything, so none of it will do. And obviously, you will need to make arrangements for the furball quickly.”
Teagan closed her mouth, which had been agape for his entire speech.
“You can’t be serious! This is ridiculous, Jeremy.”
“It’s not ridiculous. And I am serious. I promised Leslie you’d be out by tonight. You can’t be here because of the restraining order I had her put on you after the stapler incident anyway.”
“Yet another load of crap! You couldn’t get that restraining order if you didn’t pal around with a few cops and lawyers here in New York. One day there’s going to be someone in your life that you can’t fit in your back pocket. I hope I bear witness to such a monumental event.”
Jeremy shrugged and pushed the weekender bag into Teagan’s hands.
“It pays to have friends in high places.”
“Don’t you mean low? Because you’ve stooped to protozoan levels at this point.”
“Teagan, I don’t have time for your sulking or tantrums. Get your shit and get out of here, or I’ll call the cops, and they can escort you out in a set of bracelets—your choice!”
“Fine! I’ll go!”
Teagan entered the bedroom and found he had already packed her clothing in boxes. It wasn’t that she had a lot of clothes, but seeing box after box lined up against the wall made her heart drop to her stomach. Bile seemed to have digested the poor thing because a hole started to form in the cavity where her heart once was beating. Her eyes welled, and she shut them immediately.
There is no way in hell that I’ll let that ass see he has gotten the best of me!
She balled her fists and headed to the boxes. Jeremy had labeled each one of them in detail. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh as she approached the nearest box.
Leave it to Jeremy to label all of my boxes thoroughly. At least I don’t need to look in the boxes labeled evening wear. Probably won’t need a ball gown for this Christmas season.
She peered in the box with business attire written over it and then rummaged through the box with undergarments labeled on it. Teagan picked out her best suit—she’d need it for interviews and grabbed her comfier bras and panties. At this point, she didn’t have to bother with the sexier ones because she wasn’t in the mood to even impress her Burmese cat, Morpheus. Not that he’d care—he was a cat, and the only thing that pleased him was running around the condo in the middle of the night singing the song of his people.
“Morpheus! Where are you, boy?”
She heard a mew from him before he stroked her legs.
“Come hell or high water, you, my dear, are coming with me tonight! I don’t care if we stay in a hotel for the next week—you are coming with me, boy!”
She gave him a good scratch behind the ear before she continued to shove more clothes in her weekender bag. Once she was done, she grabbed Morpheus’s carrier from the linen closet, and he hopped in with a loud purr. A welcomed sound to Teagan because it signified that he was happy to leave with her.
