The Girl Club
“Sit.” Stevie Carr indicated the empty guest chair. “F**king interns.” Although it was said under her breath, Anne heard it. She blinked, keeping quiet. “For the summer, your a$$ is mine, James. I say jump, you ask how high, understand?”
“Y… y… yes.” Why did she want this job again? Anne shifted in her seat.
“No, y…y… yes.” The woman imitated Anne. “Yes. A no-doubt-in-your-mind yes. Those jacka$$es out there.” She flung a hand at the closed door. “Expect you to be weak ’cause you’re a woman and men think all women are weak. They’ll be looking for it. So you have to be strong, show no softness.”
Stevie stared at her with hard blue eyes like she expected Anne to say something. “Y… yes.” She heard the hesitation.
“F**k.” A twist of the lips. “Yes. Say it, James. Yes.”
“Yes.” She did it this time.
“Better. F**k.” She gathered up a pile of paper. “If those jacka$$es try to get you to do their work, and they will, photocopying, getting coffee, that sort of sh** work, you tell them to check with me first. You’re to do my sh** work. If I’m to be the f**king babysitter… oh, and did the nicey-nice HR lady tell you about the flexible work hours?”
“Yes.” Stronger and Anne nodded her head for emphasis.
“Your hours will be d**n flexible. You’ll work when I do, and I choose to work from 7 in the morning until 10 at night, Monday to Saturday.”
15 hour days, six days a week? Surely Stevie was joking? Anne’s eyes widened.
“Oh, don’t worry.” A chuckle. “I’ll give you a half hour for lunch and a full hour for dinner. Welcome to hell, James. If you survive it…”
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