Page 16 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
Considering I’d already quit, I didn’t think he could fire me, but whatever. “Does that mean you don’t want me to work for the next two—”
“Get the hell out of here. I never want to see your face again. Don’t come back. Ever.”
I gave the guy a nod—pretending in my head that I was giving him the finger—then rushed out of there before his temper exploded all over me.
As I passed Gracie’s desk, I offered a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry. He’s in a mood now.”
She grimaced. “Okay. Thanks for the warning.” Her head tilted to the side. “You don’t usually set him off the way others do. What happened?”
“I gave him my two-weeks’ notice, but then he told me I was fired and not to come back.” I shrugged.
“Well, damn. That’ll do it. Do you have something else lined up?”
I couldn’t help the grin that spread over my face when I thought about working with Miles. “Sure do.” I debated for half a second on whether I should tell her or not, but then I figured someone would eventually see me with Miles or in my new uniform and word would get back anyway, so what the hell? “Do you know the company, Carry A Faerie Pest Solutions?”
Her eyebrows rose. “I’ve heard of them. They’re the ones that do catch and release, right? I’ve heard the guys complain about them.”
That made me snort since Miles hadn’t been shy about yellingstop murdering faeriesand other things as he passed by us. Now I could join him.
I grinned at Gracie. “Yep. Miles—he’s the owner—he hired me. I’m looking forward to working with him and being able to save faeries rather than kill them.”
She nodded, her eyes a little wide. “That sounds wonderful, Winter. I hope you like it there.” She glanced at our—no, just her—boss’s door, then leaned closer to me, dropping her voice. “If they’re ever looking for a receptionist, please give me a call or at least drop my name. You have my cell, right?”
“I do.”
“Good. Call me if they’re looking. I’d love to work with literally anyone else.”
That made me snort. “I get that.”
She half-smiled at me. “Good luck, and if you want to grab lunch or drinks one day, text me.”
With a nod, I stepped back toward the door. We’d gone out to lunch and drinks a handful of times in the past, usually with a couple of other coworkers, so I wasn’t surprised by the suggestion. “Will do. You do the same, okay?”
“I definitely will.”
“See ya later, Gracie. Good luck with him today.”
“I’ll take it.” She winked. “Bye. Good luck to you too.”
With one last smile aimed her way, I headed back out to my car.
Relief warred with a tiny sprig of worry. I was beyond relieved to be out of that damn office and away from that asshole of a boss. But if he wasn’t going to let me work for the next two weeks, I was a little worried about money.
I had some saved up, so it wasn’t like I’d starve or anything, but paying my bills would eat up all of my savings… savings I’d worked hard for. At least I’d be able to pay my bills, though.
I sighed and turned on my car. I supposed I had the day off, so I could go home and hang out with Goliath. He’d certainly be happy. Maybe I’d take him to a dog park or something.
Should I text Miles and let him know what was going on? Or should I wait to tell him I didn’t have a job for the next two weeks? Would he want me to start sooner?
I didn’t want him to feel pressured into it.
But… I was also eager to start working with him, and not because of the money. I just liked… being with him.
Ugh. I was a heartsick fool.
Before I pulled away, I yanked out my phone and sent him a text.
Me: I put in my 2 weeks!
