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“Even if it was, you wouldn’t know because you hardly ever check your emails anyway.And I interviewedthemwhere I am. I know it’s not going to be a problem because you trust your big sister andknow that she will never steer you wrong, which is why I know what I’m about to say is going topiss you off, but it is what it is. You cannot fire Mark and Fred.At best, all you can dois transfer them to different departmentsor out of DHQ, but stillwith the company.”
My face started to burn from anger. “Denim.”
“‘Denim.’ You can call my name in your deep voice all you want, but what’s done is done. They will sue you. You’ve already made them go out of their way to have a secret wedding, so you wouldn’t find out. I think that means they truly enjoy workingfor you.”
“But I did, didn’t I? They can’t get anything over on me. If they enjoyed working here so much, then they would have followed rule numero uno.I’m strict on a lot of stuff, butthatrule, I am the strictest on.They knew that.Often times, our actions have consequences.”
“Dymon. Think about this.”
“Yeah, I’m with Denim.”
“Okay. Metri, setme up with a meeting with them.”
She looked up at me. “Um, they are on vacation.”
I glared at her. “Do they want their jobs or not?Don’t let them know that I know. I want to see how they play this one off. Just tell him that it’s an important meeting that I really need their input on.”
“Ohmy freaking, God, Dymon. You really want us to get sued into the ground.”
“I highly doubt that. Now, when will I be receiving the information for this assistant that the lawyer hired instead of the CEO?”
“When they get there on Monday.”
“What do you mean by,‘When shegetshere on Monday’?”
“She? I never said they werea she.”
“Denim. I know you didn’t hire aniggato work directly under me.”
That could sound bad, depending on whowasasking, but like I told Bernard. It was nice to have a woman to look at, even though I’d never cross that line.
“And what’s wrong with that? You need a little shake-up at the office.”
“Denim.”
“I’m going to go, Dymon.”
“Denim!”
“Love you both.”
“Denim, if you hang up that fucking—”
When I heard the three beeps, I knew that she’d hung up the phone.
“I’m going to head back to my office,” Metri stated, trying to keepher eyes off me. She stood and headed for the door.
“Spill it, Metri.”
She turned around and looked at me. “Dymon, I don’t know anything.”
“You owe me.”
“For what?”
I raised my eyebrows.“I still have a small—”
“Scar on your hip, yeah, yeah, yeah. You never let me forget it. However, I really don’t know anything.The emailI receivedsaid, Tell Den that Q’s background check came crystal clear. That’s all it said. Even now, I’m saying too much. Bye, D. Love you.”
