I get to work, and Bill in IT looks at her and I remember him chatting her up yesterday, staring at her tits, and I wanna bite his head off for even setting eyes on her. I’ve become possessive over a girl that’s not even mine.
And then it’s firefighting all bloody day long.
First, I had to put out a fire in Miami with the sales manager there. He’s quitting, won’t tell us where he’s going, but he’s trying to take business with him. Yes, I’m marketing, but I’m next in line to run this thing and so I keep my eyes on every department. My father was mysteriously absent during this, asking me to handle it.
I couldn’t get to my safety deposit box at lunchtime and then had a conference call with a sales guy and a prospective client in Miami because the old sales manager isn’t touching a new lead with a ten-foot pole and our VP of Sales here at head office was in the middle of some other emergency.
I see Austin in the men’s room after that and tell him I’m running to my safety deposit box and I’ll be in his office after.
I’m wrong about what time the bank closes and miss it by two fucking minutes so I’m about to call Austin to tell him and I realize my phone is down to 3% power, so I head back to the office instead.
I get there and just before my phone dies, I get a text from Jude.
“Don’t trust the girl in your apt. Call you tomorrow with details. She’s working for your mother.”
What the fuck? My phone is gonna power down any minute, so I rush back to the office and I’m almost to my door when I hear my father’s voice. And he’s congratulating Carly for doing her job.
And it pisses me off. Working for my mother? Really? I don’t know the details yet, but I’m fuming.
Fuming like I can’t remember fuming in ages.
I get upstairs and see her with her fuckin’ halo over her head while my father is congratulating her, and I get ugly inside.
So, I plug in my phone in my office and open my other laptop, then start to fuck with the Lingo numbers, which was part of the multifaceted plan I’d already concocted to get rid of her. I call my brother from the office phone and tell him I missed the bank and we’ll do it Saturday.
And the Lingo thing fucking backfires. In a big way, because half an hour after I flip that budget switch, I call her out for it and find out the ad she posted may have brought us an in with Franklin’s biggest client. Of all fucking things to happen. And it might’ve even happened without the cash injection into the budget, so it might’ve been all her. Her knowledge of the best way to leverage Lingo’s ads and Pinky’s fancy new banners.
I stopped the ad after only a $2k spend.
***
At 5:25, I’m getting ready to wrap up my day and go to the fucking team-building thing when I notice my phone isn’t charging. It’s dead. I jiggle the cord. The cord must not be working.
My desk phone rings. Jude calling.
“Hey,” I answer.
“Hey man. Can you talk? Couldn’t get you on your cell.”
“Yeah, man. It’s dead.”
“Your mother got pulled over for a DUI yesterday. Three o’clock in the afternoon. Liquid lunch. With your ex.”
“The fuck?”
“Your mother left lunch with Sienna Greer and went through a stop sign. She got pulled over and it led to her spending the night in jail. She slapped the arresting officer across the face. Pulled rich bitch shit.”
“No.” I’m laughing. This is fucking gold. Amazing how one bit of news can change the mood of your day.
“Please tell me you saw.”
“I didn’t.”
“So… there’s no video?”
“’Fraid not.”
“Damn.”