Corporate A$$ (2 page)

Fiona

“Holy shit, Fiona. What the hell just happened back there? Did you see the way he looked at you? It looked like he was eye raping you and wanted to devour you.”

“Fuck him.”

“I sure would and I would have let him buy me a drink.”

“We aren’t here to pick up guys, Lydia. Or have you forgotten?”

“Oh yeah. How did it go in the bathroom? I was getting worried.”

“Apparently, they’ve been dating for the last six months.” My feet hit the pavement as the warm air blew across my face.

“What? You’ve only been dating for a year.”

“No shit.”

“So now what?” she asked as she ran to keep up with me.

“To your car.”

We climbed into her Ford Escape. She gripped the steering wheel as she stared at me while I took the black bag from the back seat.

“His car is in this parking garage somewhere.” I casually smiled.

“Oh shit, Fiona. What are you going to do?”

“You’ll see. Just drive. There it is.” I pointed.

Second level. His brand new Audi R8 V10. Owned for approximately two weeks. He had it parked sideways, taking up two spaces so no one could park next to him. It was his baby and every time he got out of it, he would wipe it down with a cloth.

“Just keep driving,” I spoke as I looked up at the security camera in the corner.

“To where?”

“There’s a car pulling out over there.” I pointed. “Pull in and then I’m going to need you to do me a favor. I need you to go back inside the casino and go to security. Distract them. Tell them that your car was parked on the first level and when you went to leave the casino you noticed it was gone. Act like a neurotic and desperate woman and get them down to the first level to check it out. I’ll text you when I’m ready to be picked up.”

“Then what do I say?”

“Just tell them that you made a mistake and you actually parked on the third level. Act like the blonde you are, my friend.” I smirked.

“This better work.”

“It will. Trust me. I need you to text me when you get the guard away from the monitor.”

Holding my phone in my hand, I patiently waited for Lydia’s text. This was the last thing I needed in my life. How could he carry on two relationships? I would have noticed something was up sooner if I wasn’t knee deep in trying to get that promotion at work. After about ten minutes, a text from Lydia came through.

“He’s with me and away from the monitor. He’s really hot, by the way.”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the can of black spray paint, walked up to the camera with my head down, and sprayed the lens black. Walking back over to Lydia’s car, I grabbed my bag and set it down next to John’s car. Taking out the wooden baseball bat, I began to smash each headlight. But I wouldn’t stop there.

“This is for twelve months of nothing.” I smashed the driver’s side window. “And for all the ‘I love yous’ that you didn’t mean.” I smashed out the back window. Reaching down into the bag, I pulled out a large jackknife and slashed all four tires. As I dragged the knife along the doors of his sport red Audi R8, I noticed a black limo slowly pulling up. That was my cue to go. After slashing his leather seat, I placed the bat and the knife back into the bag and picked it up. Placing my hand on my head, I pulled off my wig, and as I turned to throw it in the trash can, my eyes locked with Dreamy Eyes from the bar. The corners of his mouth curved upwards as he stared at me and I threw the bag over my shoulder and casually walked away.

****

Nathan

What the fuck was she doing? I couldn’t believe my eyes as we drove on the second level of the parking garage and I saw that gorgeous woman from the bar beating the hell out of someone’s car. It was quite a turn on, actually. Brunettes weren’t my thing, but her. She was different. The moment I turned around and saw those baby blue eyes staring at me, I instantly became intrigued. And that body. Fuck. Toned, slender, long legs that I wanted wrapped around my waist and beautiful perky tits that were pushed up by the tight-fitting dress she wore. Plump red lips that would satisfy me while they were wrapped around my hard cock. I’d say she stood about five foot seven without the stilettos she was wearing with an incredible hourglass figure. She definitely had piqued my interest. An interest that I wanted to invest in until she told me no and walked away. Then, the parking garage. I gasped and sat in shock as she tore the wig from her head and strands of long blonde hair came falling down. My cock immediately rose when she turned and those beautiful blue eyes stared straight at me. I needed to know who she was and why she destroyed that car.

By the time I told Jason to step on it, she was gone. Gone without a trace. Damn it.

“Forget about her, Nathan,” Jason, my driver spoke. “Obviously, she’s crazy. Look what she did to that car.”

“I like crazy.” I smiled.

As soon as I got home, I poured myself a drink and took a seat on the patio. I couldn’t get her out of my head. First she said no to me and then she went and trashed somebody’s poor car. Must have been a boyfriend or something. From what I saw, she had the look of revenge. I did catch her glancing over at a blackjack table while I was trying to convince her to let me buy her a drink. And why the wig? She was obviously trying to hide herself. She was someone I needed to quickly put to rest. I’d never know who she was or where she came from. Easier said than done. Her face, her eyes, and the word no would be with me for a long time.

Fiona

The alarm went off sharply at five-thirty a.m. Shutting it off, I looked at my phone to see if I had any messages from John. I didn’t. I expected he would have called me last night when he found his precious baby had been destroyed. But I was sure he was being consoled all night by the redhead. Stumbling out of bed, I popped a k-cup in the Keurig and watched as it streamed into the cup. The thought had crossed my mind that John was going to have to come up with a pretty hefty lie to cover his tracks from last night.

As I stepped out of the shower, there was a knock at my door. A smile crossed my face because I knew it was John.

“John. What are you doing here? You said you couldn’t stop by this morning,”

“You’re never going to fucking believe what happened last night.” He came darting in.

“What?”

“Someone vandalized my car,” he spoke in anger and I could see the vein throbbing in his neck.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “At the office?”

“Umm. Yeah. At the office.”

“Oh my God. How bad is it?”

“Really bad, Fiona. They cut all my tires. Smashed the windshield, back window, headlights, tore up my leather seats, and scratched the paint with something really sharp. Right down to the metal. FUCK!” he yelled.

“Why didn’t you call me last night?”

He paced around my condo, back and forth with his hands tightly tucked into his pant pockets.

“Because it was too late and there wasn’t anything you could do. Who the fuck would do this?”

“Well, if it happened at the office, there are security cameras. Can’t you check them?”

A few moments of silence filled the room.

“Apparently, the cameras weren’t working.” He sighed.

“Did you call the police?”

“I sure did. But without any witnesses or security footage, there isn’t anything they can do. You know how much that car meant to me.”

Walking over to where he was standing, I shuddered as I wrapped my arms around him.

“I’m sorry, John. I know how hard this must be for you.” I buried my face in his neck as a small smile crossed my lips. “I just can’t believe it happened at your office. Were any other cars vandalized?”

He broke our embrace and continued to pace around the room.

“No. Only mine. The weird thing is nothing was stolen out of the car. It’s like whoever did it, did it for the thrill of it or something.”

“Hmm. That’s strange.” I picked up my coffee cup and took a sip from it. “Did you piss someone off?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Listen, I need to get ready for work now.” I walked over and ran my finger down his shirt. “Are you going to take me out tonight to make up for last night?”

“I have a meeting tonight with a potential client.”

“How about after?”

“I don’t know how long it’s going to run. We’ll do something tomorrow night. Okay?” He brushed his lips against mine.

I pulled away.

“Sure. Unless another meeting comes up.” I walked away.

“Fiona.” John came after me. “I love you, baby. I love you so much and I don’t need you being mad at me. It’s been a shitty night and today isn’t going to be any better.” He lightly grabbed my arm.

I turned and stared into his lying eyes, not speaking a word.

“You know how much I love being with you and it kills me that I always have to work late. I promise to make it up to you. Trust me.”

Trust him? I silently laughed to myself. Trusting him or any man wasn’t in me.

“I do trust you.” I gently smiled.

“There’s my baby’s smile.” His thumb touched my lips. “Have a good day at work. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay.” I nodded.

As soon as he left, I grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it over my face, screaming into it as loud as I could. How could he lie to my face like that? He had no soul and I wasn’t standing for it any longer.

****

Walking through the doors of Steiner and Richards Marketing firm, I took the elevator up to my office where I found Lydia sitting in the seat across from my desk.

“Good morning.” I smiled as I handed her a cup of coffee I picked up from Starbucks.

“Morning. Did you hear from him?”

“Yep. He came crying to me this morning about his precious car. Even told me that it happened at the office and the security cameras weren’t working.”

“Asshole.” She grinned.

“Then he went on to say how he couldn’t take me out tonight, but he promises tomorrow night and to trust him.”

“Ugh. Total douchebag. What are you going to do?”

“Break up with him.”

“I would hope so. When?”

“Today.”

“How?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet. But I will.” I winked.

“Hey, Fiona, I need to see you in my office,” my boss, Kevin, spoke.

“I’ll be right there, Kevin.” I smiled.

Despite John ruining my morning, I was happy because today was the day that the promotion to marketing manager was mine. I’d been working my ass off for the past five years, working my way up to this very position.

“Good luck. We’ll have to go and celebrate tonight.” Lydia smiled.

“Thanks. I’ll talk to you later.” I got up from my desk and headed into Kevin’s office.

Fiona

“Have a seat, Fiona,” Kevin spoke as he leaned back in his chair. “I want to give you a heads up. Bryce is giving the promotion to Celia. I’m sorry.”

Did I just hear him correctly?

“What?” I cocked my head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry. It’s out of my hands. Trust me, I did everything I could.”

“I’m sorry?” I shook my head. “Celia? The woman who has less experience than me? The woman who screwed up so badly on the Nike account that I saved and kept them from going to another marketing firm?”

“I know this is hard. Again, I’m sorry.”

“I knew that little whore was sleeping with him.” I got up in a rage. “I bet his wife doesn’t know, does she?” I glared at Kevin.

“No.” He shook his head as he looked down. “Bryce is making the announcement this afternoon. I didn’t want you blindsided. The promotion should have been yours, Fiona, but it’s his company and I did my best.”

Rage consumed me. Even more rage than John’s other girlfriend. The funny part was that Celia was also a redhead. Screwed over twice by redheads. Nice. This wasn’t Kevin’s fault. I knew he had done everything he could and I deserved that promotion. The air in the room was thick and my breathing suddenly became restricted. The angrier I became, the harder it was to breathe.

“Calm down, Fiona.” He handed me a glass of vodka. “I know it isn’t fair.”

“I can’t work here anymore, Kevin. I’m done.”

“You don’t mean that. You’re one of the best account executives we have. Don’t do something stupid in the heat of the moment.”

“Heat of the moment? This is my future. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some whore walk around here gloating because she slept her way to the top. That was my promotion, Kevin.” I pointed my finger at him.

“I know.” He clasped my shoulders. “There will be other promotions. If you quit and go somewhere else, you’ll have to start all over and you’re too smart for that. Listen, just calm down, let it go, and keep working like you do. I promise in the end, it’ll pay off.”

“Fine.” I handed him the empty glass and walked back to my office, telling my secretary, Lynn, that under no circumstances was I to be bothered.

As I sat at my desk, the tears started to fall. Taking my hand and wiping them away, I thought about how much my life sucked. This wasn’t fair. The promotion, John, none of it. I’d been cheated on and lied to by a person who claimed to love me and I’d lost my future because of a man who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. The more I thought about it, the more the anger ripped through me. Fuck him!

I got up from my desk, flung my office door open, and took the elevator up to Bryce’s office.

“Is he in there?” I scowled at his secretary.

“Yes. But he’s—”

Hearing the word “yes” was all I needed as I opened his door and stepped inside, closing it behind me.

“I have to call you back, sweetheart. Someone just walked in. Fiona?” He set down his phone.

“That promotion was mine, Bryce!”

He sighed. “I’m sorry, Fiona. Celia—”

“Celia sucks your dick and that’s the only reason she got the promotion over me!” I shouted.

“For god sakes, keep your voice down. What can I do? You want a raise? It’s yours.”

“I wanted that promotion.” I pointed at him.

“I’m sorry, Fiona. I really am.”

“My ass you are. I quit, Bryce.” I walked towards the door.

“If you walk out on me now, don’t think that I’ll be giving you any good recommendations for another job.”

Slowly turning around, my eyes burned into his. “I wonder what your wife will say when she finds out about Celia?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he growled.

“Oh, I would. Trust me. I like to call it my right as a woman to inform another that she’s being cheated on by her douchebag husband. It’s called girl code. So what were you saying again about recommendations?”

“I’ll make sure you get one of the best ones.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” I stormed out of his office.

****

As soon as I got home, I immediately changed into my pajamas, took a pint of ice cream from the freezer, grabbed a bottle of wine, and planted myself on the couch. Now that I’d gone and quit my job, it was time to take care of my relationship. Picking up my phone, I sent a text message to John.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore, so I’m breaking up with you.”

I patiently waited for a response.

“What? Fiona, stop joking. I’m really busy today.”

“I’m not joking, John. I’m done with our relationship.”

“What the fuck! Why?”

If I told him I found out about his other girlfriend, he’d know I was the one who trashed his car.

“Because I realized that you don’t have time for me. I’m not a priority in your life.”

“Baby, I’ll come over after work and we’ll talk about this. Of course you are a priority.”

“No, John, I’m not. It’s over.”

“Is that how you really feel?”

“Yes. I have never felt so strong about anything in my life.”

“Fine. It’s over. Good riddance, Fiona.”

“Good riddance, John.”

Letting out a sigh, I set my phone down and took a large bite of ice cream.