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“What? I literally just asked you if I could use it.”
“This lady is trying to steal my phone!” She yelled louder, and I moved back, pushing my way through to another subway car.
I grabbed onto a handrail, trying my best to keep it together.
“Come on, come on, come onnn…” I muttered as the train rattled through the tunnel.
As pissed as I was at Frank, I refused to let a single tear fall from my eyes.
We were one hundred percentdoneafter this, and no apology would ever be enough for me to consider being with him again.
I moved toward the doors when the train neared the Parker International Hotel stop. I rushed up from the platform and walked into the hotel’s glittering lobby.
“Good morning, Miss.” The front desk agent smiled at me. “How may I help you today?”
“I uh—” I remembered the crazy shouting lady. “I lost my phone before checking out from my suite earlier. Can I use your business center to reprint my boarding pass?”
“Absolutely,” she said. “It’s down the hall near the elevators.”
I rushed in that direction and immediately checked my email, ready to apologize and beg for mercy for being late, but only one subject line was waiting for me.
Subject: Your First Day of Work…
“Damien Carter” was the sender.
I stared at it for several moments, wondering if this was the firm’s Human Resources manager who was firing me before I could even start.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to open it.
Subject:Your First Day of Work…
Dear Miss Tanner,
It's currently nine o'clock in the morning, which means you're already two & a half hours late for your first day of work at Hamilton & Associates.
During your interview, you waxed poetic about your obsession with "being on time" and promised to be "one hundred percent accountable," but clearly, that's a goddamn lie.
Then again, to be fair, I lied to you during your interview as well. I told you that it was nice to "meet" you, but I guess now is the time to admit that we've met before.
You took my online class at Harvard, and you never turned in your final paper. Instead, you sent me a dirty list that was meant for your boyfriend:Things I Want You to Do to Me in The Bedroom.
I gave you an 'A' for amusement, but for the record, if you have to beg a man to "go down on [you]," or "give you a night of orgasms while whispering filthy things into your ears," you're probably fucking the wrong guy.
Nonetheless, when you finally do decide to show up to work, I expect you to stick to discussions about the law, not anything personal. I don't want you to ever take my rare moments of kindness for weakness. (I don't have any.) In fact, this email is probably the longest stretch of words I'll ever say to you.
Stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours.
Now that our formal introduction is out of the way, I'll assume that you're currently on your way into my office.
Welcome to the firm,
Damien Carter
Oh my fucking God…
DISORDERLY CONDUCT (N.)
1) ACTIONS THAT DISTURB OTHERS. 2) MINOR CRIMINAL OFFENSES, SUCH AS PUBLIC DRUNKENNESS, LOITERING, DISTURBING THE PEACE, AND LOUD THREATS OR PARTIES
