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ChapterFive
PROPERLY FUCKED
Kenzie
The next morning,I’m still fuming about that prick. He’d given me two of the most overwhelming orgasms that I’ve ever had, while also getting off himself, and then just kicks me out? Hell fucking no.
I’m already plotting all the things I can do to him while I’m driving to work the next morning. Like toilet papering his house. I’m sure his ritzy-ass neighbors wouldlovethat. The thought also occurs to me that I could follow him one morning to his work and go in there screaming about the disease he gave me.
The idea of that being recorded and ending up viral gives me a little hesitation. But only a tiny bit. It’s still a contender.
I pull into the parking lot of Global Tech and straighten the collar of my nicest blouse. I’ve never dressed for the job I wanted, mostly because I didn’t even realize I wanted a promotion until I got one.
I’d been content with my programming role, but that isn’t what living life is about. Contentment is for the boring, and I’m anything but boring.
My heels click against the asphalt, and my dress pants swish around my ankles. The closer I get to the building, the more I’m regretting my wardrobe choice. The dressy clothes might be a bit too much too soon, but it’s too late to change now.
I head up to my desk. When I arrive, there’s a note for me on my keyboard. Glen rolls his chair over while I read it.
“Clara dropped that off ten minutes ago. Why does Joslin want to see you two days in a row?” he asks.
I shrug without looking at him. “Just work stuff.”
I take a step away, and he eyes my outfit. “Are you interviewing for a position I don’t know about?”
“Nope.” My answer is the truth. I didn’t even have to go through hours of tortuous meetings, and that alone makes me smile as I head toward Joslin’s office.
My toes are already feeling squished in the new heels, but I keep my stride even and nod at Clara when I arrive. “Is the boss free?”
Clara frowns. “She just got on a conference call that will last a few hours, but she left this for you.”
Joslin’s assistant hands me a manila folder. I peek inside and see a dozen or more papers. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Email me if you have any questions. If I don’t have the answer, I’ll make sure Joslin reaches out by the end of day. That should be the last of the paperwork you need to go through for the new position,” she says. I thank her before walking away.
I tuck the packet under my arm and go back to my desk. Glen is still watching me, and he’s whispering something to Peter whose cubical is on the other side of him.
I ignore their pointed stares and take a seat. I log into my computer and pull up my email first. While that loads, I take the papers out and double check Glen isn’t standing over me like a creeper.
When I confirm I’m alone, I see the top page labeled “Volunteer Information”. It has everything I’ll need on the local animal shelter Resolutions. They’ve been around for decades, and I always see their fundraisers. I’m pretty sure my dad even donated to them a few times over the years, but I’ve never been to the location or one of the functions.
I’m not against animals, so as long as they don’t have me picking up shit, then this won’t be a bad volunteer gig.
According to the papers Joslin left for me, the board is having a meeting tomorrow with the other volunteers, and they’d like me present. As I continue to read, I scratch at my neck, annoyed by the collared shirt.
The rest of the documents are for my acceptance of the new position as a project manager. When my eyes spot the salary again, my grin grows, and I’m reminded why I dressed up today.
I will buy all the damn dress pants for this motherfucking position.
Sure, I wasn’t a broke ass before this, but my raise will mean a bigger place to live and more freedoms. Like splurging on weekend getaways and saving for the bigger things, like a new car when I need one.
My father always instilled in me to work hard. I want to call him to tell him about the promotion, but I don’t know when it will go public within the office. I’ll have to wait until I’m off work to let him know.
A text pops up on the screen of my phone, and I smile when I see it’s in our group chat.
Ella: How’s our girl feeling today? Hopefully a little bow-legged?
I didn’t tell them that I was kicked out. I’d only sent a text after midnight to let them know I was still alive and home safely. I’d had enough embarrassment for one night.
