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Smiling at my pun, I hand him a slim manila envelope. It contains the paperwork on his job description and suite of benefits.
Matt breaks the seal and eagerly pulls out paper after paper. His teeth are pushing through his lips and his eyes, I swear, hold dollar signs.
He reminds me of this one shit kid I went to elementary school with. The kid’s parents had money, and he let none of the less fortunate kids, including me, forget it. Matt looks just like that kid describing all the gifts he received for Christmas.
Entitled prick is in for a real surprise.
And he figures it out faster than I give him credit for.
“What?!” The papers fall to the floor in his haste to stand. “You-you want me to be the graveyard manager ... the graveyard manager of a call center?”
He spits out that last bit like a dirty word. I bristle at his arrogance and lack of grace. I hold on to my shit because I know I’ll let it loose… soon.
“Matt, that’s what I can offer you at this time.” I lean forward in my chair and study him over my steepled hands. “Take it or leave it.”
Matt blusters. He huffs. He even stamps his feet.
I watch in amusement, enjoying the shit out of his tantrum show.
Eventually, he picks up the papers like I knew he would. For the Seattle area, the remuneration is higher than average, damn great in fact. I made his wages so on purpose. He’ll be hard pressed to find the kind of money I’m offering anywhere else.
“I’ll take it, I guess,” he says sullenly, his bottom lip poked out a mile.
I stand and move towards him until I’m just a few inches away. “I figured you would. It really is a generous offer.”
And the beauty of it is, The Grayson Group has hired him, but we are divesting ourselves of that part of the company. In a year, I’ll have no sway over Matt Miller’s staying or going.
For his sake, I can only hope he does a damn good job of impressing his bosses enough for them to want to keep him.
I doubt he will.
Matt is like that Greg guy who also got his job through nepotism. They share the similar characteristics of most assholes, small and insignificant, until they open up and spout their opinion.
I give ol’ Matt a few months past the handover of the company before the new owners fire him.
And no way can Sin get mad at me if it happens. I gave him a chance. It is up to him to seize it and keep it.
Pointedly glancing at my watch, I say, “I have another meeting in a few minutes. I’ll walk you to the door.”
Matt looks up at me from stuffing the papers he spilled inside the narrow opening of the envelope. I don’t wait for him to finish. I walk ahead, pausing at the door.
Matt shuffles to me, clutching the now puffed papers that stick up from the top of the envelope with one hand and extending the other for a last shake.
I almost laugh aloud when I grab his hand and twist it behind his back. Once again, the papers spill to the floor. This time not from his anger, but from mine.
“One thing. Just one thing you have to do in order to get that job with health insurance and a nice fat paycheck.”
As much as I want to go into how he hurt Sin and he didn’t deserve her, I keep it short. Mainly because I can’t stand the guy and touching him is even worse.
“Wha-what is t-that?” Matt’s eyes are level with my crotch.
Does he think I’m going to ask him to suck my dick?
I twist harder, just because I can. He lets out a girlie whimper, and this time, I do laugh.
“I want you to have your mommy call Genesis and apologize to her for all the shitty things she has ever said to her.”
“W-what? Ow!” His eyes are glassy with unshed tears. I don’t blame him. The pressure I have on the webbing between his thumb and index finger is quite intense.
