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Figure it out and get it done!”įifteen minutes later, I had my sandwich and latte. “Take this to the cleaners-I want it back this afternoon.” I want Brian Maxwell on the phone-now.” Impatiently, I yanked off my jacket, making sure the pockets were empty. Get me a sandwich, and a latte-extra foam-no fat. “Once again, your thought process is incorrect. I’ll take it to the cleaners right away.” Her already pale face blanched further as she looked at the red smear on my gray suit. “Peanut butter and jam? Is that the best you can do on what they pay you?” I cursed as the jam dripped on the edge of my jacket. “Well, whatever you thought was fucking wrong.” Reaching across her desk, I plucked the offending sandwich from her hand, grimacing at the concoction.

“What did I fucking tell you about eating at your desk?” I snapped. My assistant looked up, startled, a half-eaten sandwich in her hand. I strode into my office, slamming the door behind me. I regarded him steadily, tamping down the desire to tell him to go fuck himself. You’re still part of the team-an important one.” Remember, at Anderson Inc., we’re all about teamwork. Given the fact that David didn’t break the 5’8” mark, sitting, he looked rather small.ĭavid raised his eyebrow. I drew myself up to my full 6’4” height and scowled down at him. I stood up so fast my chair toppled back, hitting the floor with a loud thud. Put in the effort, and maybe next year will be your year.” “The decision is made, and the offer has been extended. “That’s because the bastard went behind my back and stole the client. I slammed my hand on the table, not giving a shit if it drew attention to us. You told me if I surpassed last year, I’d be made partner.” My hand tightened around my glass so hard, I was surprised it didn’t shatter. “I said, Tyler is being promoted to partner.” “What did you say? I’m sure I didn’t hear you correctly.”ĭavid relaxed back in his chair, not at all concerned by my ire. Repressing the urge to yell, I kept my voice low, fury dripping from the words. I BENT OVER THE TABLE, the din of the busy restaurant fading into the background as I struggled to contain my anger. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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