“It’s like talking to a brick wall talking to you. You’re just so damn arrogant and have no reasoning in you,” Peter said. “I’ve had enough. Just think about going to see Mom.”
Peter left the office shaking his head in disbelief and outright discouragement. Well, fuck it. It wasn’t my problem. I never asked to be in the position I was in.
He opened the door and exited my office in a hurry.
“Fine. Run off with your tail between your legs. Once a pussy always a pussy,” I muttered under my breath.
What a fucking jerk-off.
Chapter Two
Kendall
Elijah had been strutting around his office on his cell for the last hour, probably making calls to arrange his parties or whatever he did on the weekends. He also had a conversation on the landline and had been screaming for a while, but that call had not gone through my switchboard, so I had no idea who he was talking to.
I felt sorry for him in a way. It seemed like he had the world at his feet. He had more money than anyone could imagine, he had a body like a Greek god, and he was witty and intelligent, but still, he had a horrible attitude. How anyone could stand him was beyond me.
I’d spoken to a ton of people who just thought he was a worthless piece of ship. They said everything was wasted on him. Maybe, they were right. But maybe not.
Elijah grabbed his jacket and headed for his office door. He opened it and stood in front of my desk looking down at me.
“I’m off, see you Monday, Kendall. Have a good one, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said as he laughed.
“Bye, for now, Sir. Have a nice weekend yourself,” I replied as I tried to smile.
“Always do, Kendall, I always do!” He flung his jacket over his shoulder and strutted toward the elevator.
“Hey Kendall,” Jefferson whispered as he sneaked up to my desk.
“Hi, Jefferson, what’s up?”
“Not much. Same shit different day sort of thing, you know,” he said with a huff. "You know I love this job, but he’s such a prick.”
I laughed. “He has his moments for sure. You just have to take it all with a grain of salt. It seems he has a point to prove, most of all to himself. I’m sure deep down there is a good person.”
Elijah vanished into the gray elevator at the end of the corridor.
“Fuck, you think so? I think it must be so damn deep, that there is no chance of it ever seeing the light of day,” he scoffed.
“So, what can I do for you?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Nothing, I just wanted to chat before leaving. It makes a change to talk to someone d
ifferent,” he said with a wry smile.
“I’m sure there is a compliment in there somewhere,” I replied with a giggle.
“Oh, Kendall, you’re so funny. Hey, have you seen Peter around recently?” he added.
“No, not for a while, why do you ask?”
“No real reason. He just used to pop in and say 'hi,' and I have not noticed him here for a while,” he said as he slumped his shoulders.
“I’m sure you have more to talk about than that. What’s really on your mind?” I asked as I leaned on my desk toward him.
“Kendall, you’re just too smart. You can read me like a book,” he said, smiling. “Seriously though, I’m having thoughts about finding another job. I’m not sure I can stick this one out for very much longer.”
“You think it’s that bad here?”