Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“No, George. I wouldn’t say I’m mad at you, more like I’m mad with the situation. We all make mistakes. Things happen.” That’s a half-lie because I’m also mad at George. I’m actually pretty fucking livid with George. I know how the software my company uses works. The problem he’s having is totally avoidable, but George hasn’t been picking up on how to use the new tech we’ve introduced. It’s like there’s some kind of block in his brain that prevents him from absorbing anything we tell him.
I don’t understand why he isn’t learning. We’ve given him countless hours of training and numerous chances. There are times when I have personally gone down to the editing bay and gone over certain functions with him, and that is way outside of what my duties are, but I wanted him to understand that we are trying to help him. But George never seems to change. The problem is I can’t fire him now. I’ve dug myself into a hole with this one.
“Look, just re-do the project, and the second time around, make sure you double-check everything with Tyler to make sure we don’t go through this again. Okay?”
“Yes! I can do that. Thanks so much, Brick. I won’t mess up again.” He leaves my office a lot happier than he was when he came in, but I am frustrated as hell. Originally, I was more lenient with George because he has been with me from the beginning. He was one of my first hires, and I guess I got a little sentimental.
Something I’m trying to avoid now.
Oh, but I was so close to firing him. Robert and I realized the other week that we’ve given him a few too many chances. There are only so many times you can forgive an employee before it starts becoming your fault. I mean, this whole snafu is going to put our project behind by two weeks! That’s a whole lot of money lost, and even more aggravation. Our marketing team is probably going to have to come up with a new strategy if we can’t make up for lost time. I’m just at my wits’ end.
But I can’t fire the man now. I promised Tammy I wouldn’t. Of course, the second I make that promise, George has to do something that is a fireable offense. Man, oh man, I’ve gotten myself into a pickle.
She’s just so fucking beautiful. I’ve been thinking about Saturday night ever since it happened. I was not supposed to touch her. The whole point was to get myself another tape and wash my hands of the whole situation. I thought I could just watch her do her thing. I’ve been in the room for sex scenes before, and they were mechanical in nature. People never realize that filming those types of scenes requires a lot of choreography, so being there just feels like work.
But with Tammy? That was something else. Before I knew it, I had inserted myself into the action. I felt like a man possessed; I just had to touch her.
Watching her body move and her throat tremble, I couldn’t keep it in my pants like a good boy. And she was so creamy and giving, I didn’t even think to grab a condom. I wanted to come in her so bad, watch my sticky sperm drip down her juicy thighs, have the barrier between us nonexistent.
Fuck!
I can’t be thinking about this at work. There’s so much I need to get done today, and a boner is not something I need to be sporting at the moment.
I lean back in my chair, closing my eyes for a moment. I’ll take a couple of seconds to reminisce before I put this behind me until the end of the day. I’ll probably have to do something about the situation with Tammy soon, but right now is not the time to think about it.
“Brick?” Nancy’s voice comes over the intercom, pulling me out of my thoughts. She isn’t one to randomly interrupt with something unimportant. She’s a good secretary, which is why I’ve kept her on for all of these years. Whatever it is, I really hope that it’s good news. I’ve already had enough bad news for one morning.
I sit up, pressing the button to speak back.
“Yes, Nancy.”
“Um, you have a visitor.” A visitor? I’m not expecting anyone, and it’s rare for someone to just drop in unannounced.
“Who is it?”
“She’s walking into your office right now. She was rather forceful, and I was unable to stop her. My apologies.” The intercom goes off before I can question Nancy any further.
What? Before I can organize my brain, Tammy comes barreling into my office. I abruptly sit up, my back erect. I am rarely surprised, but Tammy has a way of keeping me on my toes, I’ve noticed.