“Good morning Sam, this is Steve Molegrave from Molegrave publishing. First off I would like to offer my apology about Dean Smith. His actions do not reflect the type of environment or image we would like to display. He has been let go and will no longer be wit the company. However this leaves a hole that needs to be filled and I would like to offer you the job. What do you say?” The booming voice of the owner and CEO of the publishing company says hope filling his voice.
“I am not sure what to say, I am sure there are more qualified editors who can take the job.” I say sure the shock in my voice can be heard.
“Just say yes as you are the brightest editor I have. I need you attention to detail and new ideas.” He pleads in his booming baritone voice.
“Al...alright” I stammered. I was in a state of shock, how is it I am not fired. Its crazy to think that as soon as I kick Stan out of my life the pieces all fall into place. I rush from my apartment to work to my new promotion. I think to hell with what that others will think of me. My work speaks for its self and that is why I was chosen for the god no other reason.
As I walk in all eyes are on me and I could care less. If I was being honest I loved their envy. I felt like it empowered me some how it felt amazing to feel envied by every one. Once I cleaned off my old desk I moved into the office I once dreaded entering and got settled in to start the work day. I spent the next two hours trying to make heads or tails out of what was left behind. How did anything ever get done around here I ask myself as I choose to get myself a cup of coffee.
As I walk into the break room another female coworker is standing by the coffee. When I walk up next to her she gives me a look of death. I stare right back at her not backing down or being intimidated. She gives up and turns to leave the room seeing that I am not longer the timid shy quiet nobody everyone took me for.
“I do not know who the fuck you think you are. I am sure you had to have seduced Mr. Molegrave to have him give you this job. I just wanted you to know I am on to you and I will find a way to take you down.” She spits at me as she stops at the doorway and turns back to look at me.
“First of all I don’t give a fuck what you think. If you put half as much effort into your work as you do in looking like a cheap slut, then maybe you would have gotten the job.” I spit back at her with all the venom I have in me. I never even looked back at her face after I said it I made my coffee and ignored her.
As I walk back to my office I can’t believe I just said that. I felt great and empowered standing up for myself for the first time ever. I am so sick of being a door mat I vow from her on out I will not let people walk all over me anymore. I sit at my desk a new sense of confidence I had not had before taking over me. After spending my morning organizing the cluster fuck that was left behind. I put together a list of manuscripts that are ready for print. I fax it off to the CEO and the board of directors for final approval before I call the writers to let them know.
When I get the final approval I start making phone calls to the first time writers to let them know we are moving forward. I do not even notice until my stomach growls that I worked right through lunch again. I should really start setting a timer on my phone or something as I seem to forget to eat a lot of the time. I grab the power bar from my desk I always kept one in my old desk. It was almost the end of the day no point in a big meal now it can wait till I got home.
I finish up my day at 5:30 pm as I turned off my computer and locked my office. I had made the choice to treat myself I had no real friends to invite but I didn’t need friends. I can have good time with out any help at all I find a little dive bar and head inside. The inside was a dark dank place and it felt like my home away from home. I slide on to a bar stool at the bar and wait for the bar tender to come get my order. As I sit there I take the hair pins holding up my long raven locks. I let my hair just cascade down around me a real show stopper. My has just fallen in sexy waves as the hot bar tender looks my way and our eyes meet.
I hold his gaze not afraid anymore to be myself unashamed of my eyes and fair skin and raven black hair. I use to be called a vampire back in school or demon. With my looks I could really pass for either one and it scared everyone. As the bar tender walks over to where I sit I give him a coy smile. He really is hot looks like he is fresh out of collage and very well toned. I can see the definition of his pecks under his tight fitting white button up shirt. His top two buttons are undone showing a small amount of chest hair. I can bet dollars to doughnuts he has wash board abs as well. His arms look like he could bench press me and all my 130lbs.
“What can I get you beautiful?” He asks in a rich sultry voice that sends a shiver down my spine.