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It took everything I had not to launch myself across his desk, clawing his baby blues right out of his head. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. However, the bastard had gone too far this time. To think I’d once believed he could be my happily ever after. I’d clearly been out of my freaking mind.
I stared at Christopher, trying to process what he’d just said. “I’m sorry. What did you say? There’s no way I heard you correctly.” This was crazy for two reasons. One—he hadn’t called me Ms. Fox after the second day I’d been on the job. Two—there was no ‘we’ in the Martin Agency. Just him. One arrogant prick who’d just fired me. Thirty days ago, I’d been given a raise, albeit a small one. Now he had the nerve to fire me?
He wore the same expression I’d seen a number of times, although it was usually reserved for when one of the new members of the advertising team presented an idea that he loathed.
“I think I made myself clear. I am prepared to offer you two weeks of severance, but on the condition that you leave quietly.”
Was he fucking kidding me? He was terrified I’d call him on the carpet for the real reason why I’d been given the pink slip. I had integrity, which he refused to understand, especially the other night when I’d had to pry him off me. And that had been for the third time. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have threatened him with a teeny, tiny lawsuit, but that was no reason to fire me. I’d brought in significantly more business than he had during the last twelve months. I never should have gone on the two dates with him. Never.
Maybe I’d been fooling myself to think he was offering me the promotion to junior vice president, but I’d worked hard to obtain the raise and he knew it. How many times had he stroked me with compliments?
“You’re my best employee, Harlow.”
“I couldn’t do this without you, Harlow.”
I want to fuck your brains out, Harlow.
I was flabbergasted. I was sick to my stomach. I was… pissed off.
I thought about his offer and sashayed closer to his desk, slamming my palms on his five-thousand-dollar desk. “Let me guess. You’re doing the nasty with good ole Sassy. Right?” Who the hell used a name like Sassy in business? It screamed of sexual innuendos, admitting that she would be happy and eager to perform a little after-hours therapy in order to get ahead.
“I beg your pardon. I am doing no such thing. The truth is that your work has been slipping as of late.”
“The truth is that I refused to sleep with you, Chrissy.” I hadn’t been able to rein in the nasty girl.
His face turned beet red, which made me grin.
“I suggest you gather your things before you say something you regret.”
“Regret?” I glared at him with all the hatred I could muster. “Let me guess. Sassy got my promotion. Didn’t she?”
The nervous tic returned.
“I knew it. If I’d known all a girl had to do to get ahead in this unscrupulous business was to crawl under your desk once a day, then I’d…” Oh, hell, no, I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Let’s face it, you’re a hopeless romantic. You want the fairytale.”
“I don’t give a shit about fairytales, Christopher, but I do care about a lying, cheating son of a bitch.”
“You were the one who wanted more.”
“I know. You just wanted sex. Guess what? I didn’t find you attractive in the least. That’s why I didn’t sleep with you.” Way to go salvaging what was left of my humility.
By the expression on his face, I could tell I’d bruised his huge ego. At least something about him was large. It certainly wasn’t the cock between his legs.
“Don’t lie to yourself, Harlow. I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with you, but you kept pressing the point.”
The man was delusional.
At least I could easily tell I’d hit the nail on the head. He turned six shades of crimson, turning his head so I couldn’t see the shame crossing his face.
I backed away, laughing. “Did you know Sassy spent ten thousand dollars on those boobs you ogle every day?” The volume of my voice was getting louder. What did I care? I was out of a job. One day, so help me God, I’d get even where it counted.
His nostrils flared. The nervous tic I’d seen before was growing.
Ruining his company. That was my intention.
For now, I’d do my best to walk out of this hellhole with my head held high.
