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"So, you admit it. You love her and not me."

"You can't tell me that you want there to be more between us," I said to her softly. "I'm impatient, moody, difficult to work with, and a complete asshole most of the time. We had some terrific times together fucking, but you don't love me."

"You are an asshole," she agreed with chagrin, and it broke the tension between us.

"You deserve someone far better than me to be your boyfriend. If you don't feel comfortable being my assistant anymore, I'll transfer to work somewhere else in the building or write you a recommendation letter for any other company in the country. I hate to lose you, though. A lot of the success of this company I owe to you and the incredible work you do. Just tell me what you want and I'll make sure you get to work there."

Angela looked mollified and I felt a sense of relief. I shouldn't have, though. There's a reason for the saying, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” and I should have remembered that.

"Thanks, but I think I'll stay working for you." She smiled at me, and I should have noticed the malicious gleam in her eye, but at the time, I mistook it as happiness. "Oh, by the way, one of your college friends is waiting in your office. He said he ran into you at the party and he wanted to meet with you about a business proposition."

"Oh, great. Who is it?" I felt glad that we were back to business as usual.

"Just go on in; you'll see." She sauntered away.

I entered my office and froze for half a second before regaining my composure. I locked the door swiftly before crossing the room to shake his hand.

"Charles Dorsey. How are you?" When we shook hands, his was sweaty and weak. He looked like shit. Even though we were both around the same age, he looked twenty years older than I did, with wrinkled jowls, a balding head, and a paunchy gut that hung down over his waistband. It made me glad that we'd taken different paths, or that could have been me, too.

"I'm good, ya know, I'm good," he stammered in a rush of words. "How are you? It looks like you're doing good; yeah, it looks like you're doing really good. We shared a lot of good times together back in the day; yeah, a lot of good times. Remember all the good times we shared?"

He sounded like he was itching for a fix, and the sight of him with his twitching eye and restlessly moving body sickened me.

"I don't remember those times as being quite that good. If I recall, they sucked pretty bad. I was always broke, unable to pay rent, barely able to focus. I lost my girlfriend and my friends, and I nearly lost my business and everything I owned.

“If it hadn't been for being locked up in that rehab center, I would have. Thank God Gwyneth loved me enough to dump me. It was the wake-up call that got me committed into rehab and saved me from losing everything else I had left."

"Yeah, so you know how rough it can be when you’re down," Charles said, missing the point entirely. "What do you say you help an old frat brother out? Fraternity brothers for life, remember? I just need a few thousand bucks to pay off some debts and get some medication that I need. You can see I've been sick."

"Yeah, I know just what kind of meds you need. Forget it. I'm going to help you in the best way I can—by not helping you at all. Get yourself checked into rehab, Charles. I'll even help cover the cost. Other than that, you're not getting a dime from me."

"How about a job then? I'm about to lose my house. I can't tell Lisa I got fired from another job; she'll leave me. Help me out. You owe me."

"How do I owe you?" I was getting pissed off now and started guiding Charles to the door.

"We were frat brothers. We were part of an unbreakable bond of brotherhood. All that you are is because of me."

"All that you are is because of addiction. Get out until you get yourself cleaned up." I shoved Charles out of my office door and called for security to escort him out.

"You haven't seen the last of me. Brothers don't stab brothers in the back like this," he was shouting hysterically as they hauled him away.

"Angela, how could let him in my office? He's obviously a wreck," I barked angrily, looking for my assistant.

"Oh, sorry. He said you were old friends, so I figured it would be okay." She smiled at me with exaggerated sweetness.

"Don't let him in the building again. In fact, don't let anyone in my office again without my permission, got it?"

"What? Sorry, but I can't take orders from you right now. I'm on my way out to lunch with Steve from finance."

"You mean my CFO?" I was flabbergasted. Why would she would be having lunch with him?

"It turns out that he needs a new assistant, so I'm transferring there. He invited me out for a champagne lunch to celebrate. I guess you're on your own for the rest of the day. Oh, and don't forget you have an interview in fifteen minutes."

She gave me the finger as she blew me a kiss goodbye and then sauntered away. Shit! What a time to have my assistant quit, but I guessed I got what I deserved for thinking I could screw around in the office and never pay the price.

I

was still struggling to delegate all of Angela's duties to other members of my staff when the interview reporter showed up with his cameraman.



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