Page 3 of Sassy Love
I rise and hold my tablet and phone to my chest. “I will start clearing out my office.” I make for the door faster than stilettos are meant to travel.
“Oh, and Miss Lamont,” Cole grunts.
I turn back.
“You won’t be requiring your secretary. You will be letting that old fossil go. That’s not negotiable and effective immediately.”
The gasp that leaves my mouth sends a prickle behind my eyes. I straighten and meet the HR guy’s gaze. His face is now stone, the dark hair that was neat before is now slightly tussled. He must have run a hand through it as I was walking out.
I stalk to Carlson’s desk and press my fists, one almost cracking the screens of my devices, to the edge. I lean closer as I grind out, “I quit.”
My palms turn sweaty while I extricate myself from the ambush, making a beeline for the rest room. I slam my tablet and phone on the vanity, head lighter than a hot fart in Alaska. I lose my stomach to the sink, knuckles white around the porcelain.
God, how am I supposed to tell Millie she doesn’t have a job?
I rise, leaning closer to the mirror, and grab paper towel to fix my smudged lipstick and drool-lined chin. Mostly respectable, I push through the restroom door and make my way to the elevator.
The finance and legal guys wait in front of it.
Just fucking great.
I walk to where they stand and force a smile. The guy from legal runs an eye from my stilettos to my gaze and smirks as the elevator dings and the doors swing open. He swaggers into thesmall space, and I screw up my face at his back. The finance guy catches the gesture and his brows lower.
I wait for the doors to close before hitting the button for my floor, then tapping my tablet to wake it up. Scrolling through emails so I have somewhere other to look than their arrogant faces, my gaze snags on an email from Millie.
You okay?
M.
She never texts, but email is okay with her. I smile at her sweet ways, swiping the app closed before my conscience has the chance to respond and tell her she is jobless and it’s all my fault.
“Guess someone more deserving will get that big office of yours now, Carla?” legal guy says, victory twisting his stupid mouth into a smirk.
Ass.
His pale, sweaty hands cling to his laptop and notepad at his waist. The guy from finance gives him a sideways look. If I am not mistaken, it’s a warning. One that goes unnoticed.
“I suppose.” I shrug. That is the least of my worries right now.
“You didn’t really think you could worm your way to the top by looking pretty and wearing those spikes, did you?” he says.
Finance guy shifts on his feet, fixing his gaze to the opposite wall.
“Oh, I don’t know, they have worked pretty well so far. But I guess you wouldn’t know anything about that, since the last titty you sucked was your mother’s.”
His jaw drops, eyes tight with something like horror scrambled with embarrassment.
Finance guy struggles to hold a straight face, his shoulders wobbling. Legal guy’s face turns red.
The elevator slows and stops, binging over muffled laughter.
“See you around, Mary,” I say, pinning legal guy with a glare, and step out.
“Mary?” he chokes.
Finance guy clears his throat. “She just called you a virgin.”
The doors close and howls of laughter fade below the floor as the elevator descends. Finance guy, at least, has a sense of humor. I walk down the corridor toward my office. The blurred vision of Millie pacing in front of her desk through the opaque glass stops me short before the door.
