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I guess he’d learned a lesson though, as the new boss of the Darwin office. To never give those arseholes anything. Issue all statements via bulletins and offer no interviews, ever. And if any of ’em ever needed anything—anything at all—it’d be a flat fucking no.
It took me a while to get the boards in place and fixed to the window frames. Doreen wasn’t kidding when she said she thought the boards were the ones used last time. I wasn’t sure when the last time was, but they were old and this would be their last use.
Everything at this office was outdated, like they’d been forgotten when every other Bureau of Meteorology office probably had state of the art gear.
I had to wonder how that made Jeremiah feel.
Had they shoved him in this post so he’d be forgotten too?
Probably.
I hated them all.
I went back in, determined to try and brighten his day. Before I could ask him how the phone call with his father went, he nodded to my phone where I’d left it on the console.
“Your phone buzzed a lot,” he said.
I gave his shoulder a squeeze. “How was your dad?” I sat down and picked up my phone.
His only reply was a shrug.
I had three missed calls from Ellis and a text message.
Ah bro, you’re in the shit now. Call back.
Then a few minutes after that, I had two missed calls from my father and one text. And henevertexted.
You need to call me. Now.
Shit.
“Well, this isn’t good,” I mumbled, showing Jeremiah the text, and hit Call. “Dad,” I said. “It’s me.”
He sighed. Not a relieved sigh, but a disappointed one. “I take it you’ve seen the news?”
“Yeah, I did. That’s why I came to see Jeremiah. I was with you in the cafeteria—”
“Not that news. The latest news.”
Cold prickled at my scalp. “No. Why, what happened?”
“Just you, ranting and swearing at the news reporters at the bureau office?”
“That was on the news?” I didn’t remember any of them filming.
“Yes, it was on the news,” Dad hissed at me. “There was a lot of words beeped out, which I should probably be grateful for.”
I made a disgusted sound. “You know what? Fuck them. They deserved everything I said, and I’m not sorry.”
“You should be sorry!” he said, a little too loudly. It reminded me of when he’d get mad at us kids for doing something stupid. He hadn’t yelled at me like that in years.Shit, he is really mad.“Tully, do me a favour and look down at the shirt you’re wearing. And tell me what thehell you were thinking!”
I looked down at my shirt... at my work shirt, with our company logo across my left pec.
Oh no.
“Oh shit,” I mumbled, covering it with my hand—what good it did now was anyone’s guess. “Oh fu... Dad, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise. I didn’t think. I was just so freakin’ mad at what they’d done, and then when I saw them all lined up at the gate like wolves at the door.” My eyes met Jeremiah’s. “I’ll issue an apology on behalf of the company, or—”
“You’ll do no such thing,” my father said. He was definitely in boss mode now. “You’ll not say another word. I don’t care if they shove a camera in your face, you will keep your head down. Say no comment, or better yet, say nothing at all.”
