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“Nobody else calls me. Everyone knows I don’t use my phone for that.”
I spoke enough on the phone at work. I didn’t need that kind of harassment on my own time.
The vibrations stopped then almost immediately started again.
“That bastard,” I muttered, reaching into my bag for my phone.
Just as we’d both suspected, ‘The Bastard’ was the name that was glaring at me on the screen. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then swiped my finger across to answer his call.
“Hello, sir,” I said calmly. “What can I do for you?”
“Miss St. James,” the bastard said in his silky smooth. “What took you so long to answer?”
“I’m eating dinner. I am off the clock, Mr. Black,” I replied.
“Never mind that. I need you to come and pick me up and take me home.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Think happy thoughts, Chloe.
Happy.
Thoughts.
Imaginary Chloe reaches under the ring for a box file and hits Imaginary Bastard Boss over the head with it, knocking him to the floor!
Yes. Those were the happy thoughts I was going for. I could do this.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, sir. I’m over the limit to drive.”
“Over the limit? Why are you drinking on a weeknight? We have an early meeting tomorrow.”
“Forgive me, but isn’t the reason you’ve called me because you’ve also been drinking?”
He cleared his throat. “You’re bold this evening, Miss St. James. Are you talking back to me?”
“Talking back? To you, sir? I would never,” I deadpanned, turning away from Heidi.
If I kept looking at her stifling her laughter, I was going to be in so much trouble.
“Hmm,” the bastard replied. “Then call for a car service to pick me up.”
“Aren’t you at a hotel? Isn’t it easier to book a room, and I’ll have someone pick you up in the morning?”
“We have an early meeting, and I have no interest in running about so early tomorrow morning. Can you call me a car or not?”
Imaginary Chloe raises the box file and lands a deadly hit on Imaginary Bastard Boss!
“Yes, sir. Please wait inside the lobby. I’ll send someone to you as soon as possible and text you the details.”
“Good.”
The line went dead.
Heidi’s laugh burst out of her when I pulled my phone down and stared at it. “This is why he won’t accept your resignation. Nobody else would put up with his shit. Are you going to call a car?”
“Yes, I am. One to run him over,” I snapped, getting to my feet. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”
