Kimber Chin

They had been in the boardroom for two hours. Anne, seated at her nearby desk, was too nervous to get any work done. Would she have a boss when it was done? Would they both be walked out? Would she have a job for the remaining two weeks of the summer? She needed the money for school.

The yelling had stopped. Was that a good sign? Or was everyone dead?

Anne sharpened her pencil for the thousandth time. There wasn’t much of a pencil left.

Finally the door opened and Mr. Michaels stormed out, his face red, his tie loosened. “It’s all your fault.” He gave Anne a bone cutting glare. “I knew you two were too much alike.”

Great. There goes her reference.

Stevie was the next to surface, her cheeks flushed. “F**k” was all she had to say.

“Exactly.” Even Eric’s perpetual grin was tired. “Lots to think about.”

To think about? “So?” They weren’t quitting?

“Counteroffer, James, always expect the counteroffer.” Eric sat on the corner of her desk.

“F**k” came from Stevie.

“Gotta think about it.” Eric somehow had the ability to translate Stevie’s one word answers. “Only prudent, only polite.”

“F**k.”

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Anne had had it up to there. As she refused to lie, she had been avoiding answering the increasing direct questions. It was getting more and more difficult to do. That’s why she called this late night meeting.

“So what the f*** is it, James?” Stevie sat, arms and legs crossed, looking as disagreeable as always.

“Mister Michaels is getting suspicious. Wants to know why you two are spending so much time together.” Anne gripped her hands tightly behind her back.

“What did you say?” Eric didn’t sound worried. His eyes sparkled, like he welcomed the confrontation.

“Nothing. He doesn’t know about…” Anne shrugged. “He thinks its business, that you two are planning to go out on your own, start your own firm. He’s worried.”

“Our own firm?” The two of them looked at each other and then a grin spread over Eric’s face. “Michaels always did have great ideas.”

Stevie laughed. Actually laughed. Years fell from her beautiful face. “That’s why he’s the boss.”

“Was the boss, you mean. James, I could kiss you.” Eric bounded towards her.

Anne took a step back. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Not to worry, James.” Stevie laid a hand on Eric’s chest. “This jack a$$, my new partner, is not kissing any other woman but me.”

“Why would I want to?”

Anne felt it prudent to leave.

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“You are a traitor, James!” Stevie flung her briefcase across the office and slammed the door shut. “A f***ing turncoat.”

“I didn’t feel up to going.” Not a lie. She didn’t feel up to watching her two bosses make kissy faces at each other.

“F*** you.” The blinds were pulled.

Anne grew alarmed. Was this it? Had Stevie been pushed over the edge? Was she going to kill her? “Stevie…”

“No more f***ing excuses, James.” Stevie’s blazer was stuffed into a bag. “I see how it is.” A drawer opened. Her shirt pulled up. “You and that jack a$$ have teamed up.” Deodorant applied.

Deodorant? It was then that Anne realized Stevie was wearing the same blouse as yesterday. The same blouse, the same blazer, but with bowling friendly pants, not a skirt. Anne’s eyes grew big.

“F***, I may be thankful, he saved my a$$, but that’s it.”

Sure. That’s why she was now wearing the emergency blazer, always kept hanging on the back of the door. “He saved your a$$ because he loves you, Stevie,” Anne found the guts to say.

“No f***ing profanities in the office, James,” she was reminded. But a smug smile curved Stevie’s lips. “And you repeat what you just f***ing said and you’ll get all our a$$es fired. Understand?”

“I understand.” A little too well. More secrets.

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