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Cam: You’re a good kisser.
Is he still thinkingabout it too?
Me: Not my type.
Cam: You are so full of shit.
Me: Goodnight Teller.
Both hands come up and slap my cheeks. “It’s a stupid fucking kiss, Jordan! Get over it!”
I flop onto the bed with my arms open wide.
“I’m so full of shit,” I mumble. Fuck.
13
There’s a mandatory weekly meeting, so unfortunately, no working from home today. On the way to H&H, I pull into a cheap hotel and turn my phone on. I need to check my messages. I’ve been off the grid for four days and the texts and missed calls make my notifications pop up back-to-back.
There are sixty-three messages from Bryan, the most recent one seems to be an apology, but I ignore the rest. He and I are beyond done. I refuse to open a line of communication with him. Thankfully, my meeting is the same day Bryan has his own mandatory meeting with his father and clients off-site—far away from the corporate campus.
When I arrive, I swipe my badge at the turnstile. Oddly, it flashes red instead of green. I walk through anyway. Alarms blare, but nobody pays attention. It happens at least a couple times a day. With around five thousand employees, there are always a few who forget and/or lose their IDs. Other times, the badge readers are glitchy, like today. No big deal. I swing by the security desk to see the friendly face of a woman I’vegotten to know over the years. I’m glad Barb is working today, I like her.
“Morning, Barb, the badge reader is acting up. Are you able to log me in manually?”
“Sure! What’s your ID?”
I rattle off my nine-digit corporate ID. “121908603.” She types it in and furrows her brow.
“Sorry, give it to me again.”
I repeat the number slower this time. She looks up at me with sympathetic eyes.
“Um . . .”
I cock my head to the side. “Is there a problem?”
“Jordan, I’m going to need your laptop and badge.”
“What? Why?” There’s only one reason you have to turn in your laptop and badge. I just don’t want to believe it’s happening to me.
“It says you’ve been terminated.”
“But I still have laptop access. I’m in the middle of a project.”
She shakes her head. “I’m sorry. I’m just doing my job.” I don’t want to give Barb a hard time, she’s a sweet woman.
“Um, okay. Can I—please, let me send a resignation letter first.”
She looks around and bites her lip. My eyes plead with her.
“You can keep the laptop until John shows up, he’s on his way down to escort you to gather the things from your desk.”
My eyebrows shoot to my forehead, shocked and hurt. “I don’t need an escort, Barb.”
She glances at the computer and cringes. “You’re flagged for it.”
He’s trying to humiliate me. Hardly anyone gets an escort,only the most disgruntled employees who they anticipate making a scene. He knew I’d be coming in today, knew I’d show up, then get walked around the campus by security to collect my things like some pathetic parade of shame.Well, fuck if I’m gonna help him do that.I won’t give him the satisfaction. I mentally inventory the items at my desk. There’s nothing I can’t live without.
