Stories From The 6 Train

out of you. This company will be paralyzed and eventually destroyed when it could've been profitable for all of us.

Roy is looking at me with a glint of jealousy in his eyes, and I realize that the odds are stacked against me.

"How many of you here share Roy's opinion?" I ask.

Literally every hand in the room goes up. Some forcefully. Some in an irritated fashion.

But at the end of the day, they're fucking taking sides against me.

Lorna's been fucking busy, that's for sure. Whatever she had been planning, she's had it ready and in motion.

And right now, I'm staring down a fucking potential coup.

I'll be at her fucking mercy.

Maybe it's time I start playing fire with the fire in the same fucking fashion until I can take them once and for all.

But that'll mean I just have to get down and dirty with the rest of them.

Which is fine. I've had to in the past.

There's just one person who might be upset beyond all measure with me.

I'll leave you to figure it out.

"What would you propose our next steps would?" I ask.

Roy takes out his phone and dials it.

“Hi, Lorna,” he says into the device. “I have Mason here. He wants to talk to you.”

He hands me the phone.

On the other line is the salvation for my company.

The chance to live another day.

All for the small price of my soul.

Becca

It drives me crazy when I send a text message, and I don't get a response for days. Especially when that someone is Mason Kane. It's been several days and I haven't seen, or heard from, Mason. He hasn't shown up at my apartment, he won't answer my texts, and he won't answer my calls.

At work, he seems to be in meetings all day or offsite.

It's like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something without seeing him.

Can you blame me though, huh?

I love him.

I’m carrying his child.

Oh, God. I need to tell him.

It’s like fate is making this even harder for me to tell him than normal.

I try to send him another text: