A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 1

“Meet you at lunch?” Kristie said.

I nodded. “See you there.”

My staff and colleagues were awfully quiet today. Usually they greeted me with a hello and were more open with asking me questions. At the very least, they’d say something whenever they dropped a document on my desk. But today, they avoided me like the plague and I guessed why.

I knocked on my boss’s door. I didn’t even know how that man ended up in his position. Every time I visit him, he’s either in the middle of a Facebook game or laughing obnoxiously with some friend of his on the phone. He barely did anything but sit on his fat as**s all day, and to make things worse, he had been hitting on me the whole of last month. At first I thought I was imagining things, but when the bouquet of roses arrived on my table with his name on it, I stopped questioning his intentions.

“Come in,” he called.

I walked into his office to find him sitting at his desk with his fingers intertwined. Strange—he was usually on his computer or cellphone.

“Sit down, Scarlet.”

I did as he said and tried to loosen my collar. Was it me or was the air conditioning turned too high? “You asked to see me, sir?”

He was usually a flirty man, and seeing him so serious made me nervous. Regardless of how much he acted like a douchebag, he was still my boss and controlled how much I earned at the end of each month.

“I’ve heard about your little incident with the Crawford brothers. Is it true?”

What did my personal life have anything to do with this? “I’m sorry, sir, I got drunk that night and don’t remember.”

“It’s very unprofessional.”

“I’m sorry.” It happened during out-of-work hours, though, so I wasn’t sure how it had anything to do with my professionalism.

“Your sales team has also been underperforming the last few months. All the other teams managed to hit their targets but yours. Can I have a valid explanation for that?”

I had to check if my ears were playing a trick on me. In the last few months, my team outperformed all the other teams, securing more contracts than them. My left eye started to twitch. “I’m sorry, did you read your data sheets correctly? I’m pretty sure that we’ve been outperforming everyone else. We doubled your target last month.”

“Are you saying that I can’t read, Ms. Fontaine?” He sunk back into his chair and crossed him arms.

“No, not at all.” But I am saying that you’re a biased, two-faced son of a bitch. I clenched my fists together. I wondered how stuck up he’d be after I broke his nose.

He sighed and passed me an envelope. “Here is this month’s paycheck.”

“Thanks, but isn’t it due next week?”

“I’m relieving you of your duties, so you don’t have to come next week.”

I stayed silent, not quite grasping the situation. “Wait, you’re firing me.” It was a statement, not a question.

He sat up straighter. “Yes, I’m firing you. As sales manager you represent our company’s image, and I can’t have you sleeping around with men. It’s bad for our image, and we’d rather not have you here.”

What a hypocritical bastard! He was trying to get into my pants right before this. “Oh, that’s not the reason why you’re being such a di**ck.” He wasn’t my boss anymore so why bother to be polite? “You’re just jealous because I told you to get your hands off my as**s when you tried to grope it two weeks ago.”

He scowled. “You think so little of me.”

“Actually, I probably think too highly of you. You’re probably firing me for some reason even more spiteful and shallow than that, though I’m not that low to be able to think of what.”

He ignored my insults and went back to fidgeting with his computer. “You have until this afternoon to pack your desk and leave. I’ll have Albert take over your duties.”

Albert? That annoying di**ckhead? That was the very last straw I could take. My fist was raring to go but I could think of something better.

“See this?” I said, using my phone to show my ex-boss a picture of him feeling up an intern. That perverted man only hired attractive babes as interns.

A panicked look flashed over him. “Where did you get that?”

“Your darling Albert took a picture of you with her last year. It spread through the office in a matter of days. We were all having a fit laughing. You were the only person unaware.”

“Delete it,” he demanded.

“You wish. You’re not my boss anymore. I can do whatever the hell I want with it. For example, I can send it to your wife.”