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kills the mood.”
    “Yeah,” she says. “Maybe
you’re right. Maybe I’ll just have Mike go in there for me. People who curse
all the time get on my last nerve. I mean, what kind of idiot—”
    She pauses a moment and
looks up, but she doesn’t look at me.
    “Thanks for picking that
up for me anyway,” she says and goes back to her book.
    I smile, but don’t pursue
the insult.
    It’s already twelve-thirty,
and if I’m going to find any wet comfort, I’d better get showered, changed and
on my way. Otherwise, I’m going to end up booty-calling one of last month’s
rejects, and that’s really not worth the drama if I can avoid it.

 
    Chapter Five
    Work,
Work
    Leila

 
 
    A couple of weeks have
gone, and I haven’t kicked Dane out yet.
    That’s not a testament to
his improving manners: rather, my saint-like patience.
    I’m walking down the hall
at the firm right now, hoping Mr. Kidman isn’t in his office.
    Every time I pass, he
calls me in just to see if I’m going to take him to HR for sexual harassment this time.
    To tell the truth, I
would—the man’s a degenerate—if I didn’t know he was just trying to get fired
so he could cash in his ridiculously bloated severance package. This may be the
only situation in which I’m willing to put up with his crap.
    I pass the office, but am
immediately beckoned back.
    Unfortunately, Mr. Kidman
is one of my many, many bosses. If he wasn’t, I’d just keep walking and let him
use someone else for his little game.
    “Miss Tyler,” he says as
I poke my head into his office. “You look absolutely fuckable today.”
    “Did you want something,
or are you just trying to make me think you have a less embarrassing package
than you actually do?” I ask.
    It helps that I can give
as good as I get.
    “You know I love it
fiery,” he smirks. “Why don’t you waddle that juicy ass over here and pick up
this file? It needs to go to Atkinson, so don’t suck any dicks on your way to
his office. This needs to go out today.”
    Okay, maybe I can give as
good as I can get, but this jerk is so far past the line, I almost don’t care
that one complaint from me and he’d get rewarded with a check larger than what
I’ll make in my lifetime. It’s almost worth it just to have the man out of my
life.
    This is really a horrible
position to be in.
    I walk over to his desk
and take the file.
    “Now, why don’t you give
me a little kiss,” he says.
    “Try it and you’re going
to find the business end of my high-heel embedded in your left grape.”
    He just laughs, and I am
so sick of it.
    I don’t know if he
actually thinks I’m enjoying this or what, but I do know that things only got
worse when I told him to stop.
    My only consolation is
that my silence is causing him pain.
    “One more thing,” he says
as I’m almost out the door.
    “What?” I ask; any
tolerance I had left now gone completely.
    “Would you mind walking
out again, only this time with your skirt pulled up above that bubble butt of
yours?”
    Leila,
don’t hit senior citizens. It’s not worth it. You’ll be the one to end up in
jail.
    Oh, but it would be so
worth it.
    “Screw you.”
    As I exit the office,
fully intending to just give up and get the prick fired, I glance back: he’s
smiling and pumping his arm in celebration. Getting him fired is what he wants,
but I can’t deal with his crap much longer before I come in here and become the
latest office-shooting statistic.
    And I’m really a very
calm, nice person.
    I get the file to
Atkinson’s office. Luckily for me, he’s always been respectful.
    The problem with Atkinson
is that he always has a couple dozen things for me to do, and I’m not sure he
realizes that I’m still an intern.
    It’s not like I haven’t
told him a few dozen times.
    He tries to get me to
make a call to the SEC and go over my monthly numbers as some part of our
firm’s latest investigation that I still don’t quite understand, but I have no
personal