"GO TO MY OFFICE BRENDA AND WAIT FOR ME THERE," I say—mimicking Freddy's words as I walk down the hall. I am so pissed right now I can't see straight.
Peggy is back behind her desk and catches my eye. "That's not a look of happiness. What happened?"
I shake my head. "Can't talk. He's supposedly coming up right behind me."
Peggy nods her head and drops the smile.
I storm into his office and take a seat. As expected, he walks in seconds behind me with fire shooting out of his nose.
"Great showcase Brenda. Can you say trespassing together with me?"
I roll my eyes and refuse to look at him.
"Oh, come on let's say it together. I'm sure you can sound it out with me. Treeeesssspasssinng. What the fuck happened in the lobby with security?"
"Yes, I realize I messed up a little on that one. And I take full responsibility for that mistake. I will talk to Scott and Building Management."
"You're not talking to anyone. You're not a big enough player in the company for anyone to care what you have to say."
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"Scott deals with me, Richard or Simon. Not staff. Not you."
"Hey, listen. This was my showcase today and I pretty sure I'm wearing enough clout to make some apology calls if that is in fact what Richard and Simon decide is the appropriate thing to do. By the way, why are they not here reprimanding me?"
"It's probably beneath them and now I have to deal with it."
My jaw just dropped to the floor. I glance out the window and decide to just shut up and let Freddy do what he does best—pontificate!
"How did this happen?" Freddy asks. "I'm really confused here. Did you not make a point to mention to building management that Modeus might be a bit more of a security concern?"
"I informed the appropriate people and that was it. I didn't think that our internal showcase would be public knowledge for this to happen."
Freddy's head falls back with frustration. "Darlin, baby, honeybun, sweetheart, every performer on the planet in this day and age has social media. You don't think that Modeus Tweeted out?"
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry—will not happen again."
Freddy stands up and walks around his desk to the front. He looks down at me sitting in the chair and folds his arms. "Ah, not good enough. That little memory slip caused damage and disrupted business here in Century City. I'm pretty sure someone is going to want some skin for it."
I put my hand over my heart and lean forward. "I'm sorry. What can I do to make up for this horrible mistake that disrupted so many lives today?"
Freddy unfolds his arms and leans over me. "You fucked up Brenda. I don't think you were ready for this opportunity."
"What? Are you fucking kidding me? It couldn't have gone any better. The fact that there were so many of Modeus's fans knocking down the door is a good thing in my eyes."
"Well, that's what separates the professionals from the amateurs."
"Seriously, Freddy, are you kidding me? The best thing to happen to these uptight suits were these beautiful women crawling the halls today. Please."
"And here you are in my office the other day going on about what's in the best interest of OC. But then here you are not even thinking about OC now are you?"
"This is ludicrous. You need to call Richard and Simon to get their take. They were downstairs praising me and Modeus's performance."
"Yes, that was before the criminal activity."
"What criminal activity? A broken table? You're not seeing the big picture here."
"Unfortunately, I don't think you're seeing the big picture here. I'm going to have to let you go, Brenda."
"You're firing me?" I feel like I just got punched in the stomach. "You don't have the authority."
"Oh, but I do. And no, I don't have to speak to them first about anything. I was given that authority over you long ago."
"You heard me."
I grab my phone and wave it in the air. "You didn't mean anything you said in your voicemail, did you?"
Freddy's eyes widen. "Oh, so you did get my voicemail. Nice timing."
"I got it right before the showcase. I tried to tell you that downstairs. I wanted to talk to you earlier, but the timing was all wrong. I'm really sorry. I would have called you back. What you said was beautiful."
Freddy's stops looking at me and begins to straighten his desk. "I told you. I was so fucked-up drunk I don't even remember what I said. Besides, had I remembered anything I said or even meant it, that expired about twenty-four hours after I left it. Maybe you should have checked your voicemail sooner and gotten back to me. I don't wait around for people all day long. I have a life and I'm really good at it."
Silence fills the room.
I drop the phone down to my side and lower my head to the ground. Tears well up in my eyes. "But..."
"I'm sorry, Brenda. That's the way it has to be. I will not embarrass you by having security walking you down, but you are fired. I will make sure that Peggy takes care of packing up your office."
And much like the day I concocted this plan, I grab up what's left of my dignity and walk out of his office. I can't even bring my head up to look at Peggy as I walk past her desk.
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Condemned (Paranormal Romance) CompletedRomance
Brenda Summers, a telepathic A&R Rep., from a successful indie record label struggles to be noticed under the shadow of her boss Freddy Cartwright, an ex-motocross champion with whom she is having a torrid workplace affair. Brenda gets her chance to...