Page 65 of F*ck You in My Head


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"It's a little early for meetings, isn't it?" I asked, skipping the greeting.

I probably wouldn't have said anything like that before getting closer to Audrey. He could have called me at four in the morning and expected me to be in the office by five. Meanwhile, I had far better things to do at those hours, and more often than not it had to do with wrapping Audrey's body around me, or wrapping mine around her, because skin to skin sometimes just didn't feel like enough.

"This is not a meeting, Lei," he began, his voice a little strained. "I'm calling you because I have to tell you that you're fired, effective immediately."

The words reached my brain, but the meaning didn't quite make sense to me at first. Fired? Effective immediately?

Perplexed, I took the phone from my ear, looked at it, and put it back. "Did I make a mistake that cost us money, John? Let me check and I'll find a solution."

After all, it wouldn't be the first time a mistake had happened and we'd managed to come out of it together without any major damage.

"No. No, it can't be fixed. You're fired, sorry."

I snorted. "Aren't you going to at least show me the respect of telling me what the hell this is all about? You can't just fire me and not give me a reason. Am I going to have to get a lawyer?"

John exhaled so hard I wanted to reach through the phone and shake him. He was firing me! Not the other way around.

"Look, a lawyer is not going to help you with this. The decision was made already, and at the end of the day, it's your own responsibility. As a large, well-known company, we have to take care of our image. We can't afford it if our employees don't know their limits."

What was he talking about? Had other employees been at the party last night and seen me dancing with Audrey? How I had put a flower in her hair and made sure that every last idiot knew she was mine?

"In all these years, I have never once been guilty of anything. I've been working there longer than you– and yet you want to get rid of me like this?"

"There is no question of getting rid of you, Lei. You basically signed your own pink slip. And given the company's policy, you should have known that from the beginning."

Just as I was about to ask, I heard a loud crash in the kitchen, followed by a devastating silence. Wrinkles formed on my forehead.

"We'll talk later, John. This isn't over yet," I hissed into the phone and hung up before getting up and walking straight to the kitchen.

I found Audrey in the middle of the broken glass that had spread in a circle around her. She had her toes tucked in and her hands pressed to her chest, an oversized shirt covering her body.

She looked at me with pure terror in her eyes.

I immediately tried to reassure her. "Don't worry, nothing happened. It was just a plate. Or a cup. I can't even tell, so it doesn't matter. Wait, let me help you get out of there before I take care of it," I said, stepping up to her to pick her up and put her back down about ten feet away.

She still didn't say a word, and it dawned on me that this reaction had nothing to do with the broken glass on the floor. My eyes slid to her phone, which was on the counter. So I reached for it.

My first instinct was to laugh. But I didn't. For two reasons: The video on the screen clearly showed Audrey and me. And it wasn't from her personal library; it had a watermark from a well-known video portal.

Seconds passed. With each second that passed, the number of views continued to grow. Three million.

Comments appeared on the screen.

This is so damn hot.

If my husband looked at me like this....

At least there is no doubt that he is giving it to her properly.

I mean look at how good they look together.

And then there were the comments that no one would want to read under a video of themselves in such a compromising position.

This clarified the real reason for the termination.

There was also no question that this was a declaration of war that could only come from a certain person. A person who had just relegated himself to the lowest category. Quite effortlessly.

Suddenly I heard Audrey laughing. "Three million hits– the stream can only dream of that."

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