by Tim Waggoner
Ollie’s heart swelled when he saw the man’s jaw muscles tense to the point of popping.
“You little gator-armed fuck,” Bill seethed.
“Oh, I already have a bunch of those recordings with you calling me that. I kept them to myself. But I’m sure everyone else is being enlightened.”
Bill jumped from his chair so fast, it wheeled away and smashed into the wall. “Get the hell out of my office!”
His face was so red, Ollie thought he looked like a baboon’s ass.
“That’s actually the very next thing on my to do list,” Ollie said. “Enjoy your office . . . while you still have it.”
The moment he closed the door, he heard something thrown across the room. It sounded like one of Bill’s heavy Manager of the Year awards.
“What’s going on in there?” Tatiana asked. She was a beautiful Jamaican girl who brought a tray of treats around the office each morning and afternoon. She’d always passed by his cubicle, never once asking him if he wanted anything.
“Hey, are you free this evening?”
She arched an eyebrow so high, he worried it might rocket off her head.
“Come again?”
“I’d love to take you to dinner. Maybe we can see the new Jennifer Lawrence movie afterward.”
She looked down at him as if he were an insect.
“I don’t think so,” she said, her head turning towards Bill’s office when something heavy thumped against a wall.
“You sure now? This is your last chance.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
He took a muffin from her tray, tossing it from one hand to the other. “Okay. But you’ll be kicking yourself by the weekend.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“I’m sure you think you do.”
Sauntering down the row of cubicles, he couldn’t help but notice the escalating chatter as people opened their email and listened to the audio files. Standing by the elevator, he inspected his knuckles.
“Well, look at that. You just kicked some serious ass and didn’t even get a bruise.”
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