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Armstrong does his best to soften the blow, but the more he speaks and the more I think about it, I was flat-out played by Lucas. He knew he was going to get this position so he thought if he plied me with alcohol, ate me like a buffet, and fucked me three ways to New Years, I wouldn’t be upset. I should’ve known.
“I will continue, business as usual.” My glare never changes, and I can tell Lucas is rather uncomfortable, which is a little satisfaction.
“Good. Want to make sure there are no hard feelings. I need to talk with Lucas about the changes, so you can leave now.”
I excuse myself and head to my desk. I can feel eyes leering at me while I walk by. I know the office gossip will be full of me flipping out in the meeting or getting passed over because I blew it with Clemet. Anything to start the office buzzing. I enter my office and place my head on the mahogany desk.
“You okay, boss?” Tanya asks, entering.
I raise my head, and she sees the streaks of tears on my face.
“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.” She rushes to my side to comfort me.
“I’m okay. I really wanted that position.” I don’t offer any more details.
A knock on the door halts our conversation, and I clean my face while she goes to answer it.
“I need to speak to Ms. Greene,” Lucas demands as the door opens.
I sit up at attention when Tanya steps aside.
“Alone, Tanya,” he says, not taking his eyes off me.
Tanya leaves, closing the door behind her.
“Yes, boss. How can I help you, boss?” I snidely say.
“Stop. You don’t have to act this way, Simone.”
“Well, how would you feel if you let your guard down for one minute, because maybe the asshole isn’t one after all, then he stabs you in the back?” My voice increases, and I know people can hear me now. At this point, I don’t care.
“You heard Armstrong say this wasn’t an easy choice. I had no clue I was even being considered.”
“Bullshit, Lucas. You knew since last week when we fought about the Clemet account you were going to get this position. Fucking me was just a prize. Or maybe you thought it would make the blow softer.”
“Simone—”
“Get out. And unless it is work related, don’t ever speak to me again.”
“Our parents are getting married, remember. So I will be talking to you for the rest of our lives.” He storms off, my door hitting the stop hard when he exits.
I can’t believe all this shit is going on. Since Friday my life has been one roller coaster after another. One thing is for certain, I can’t let my mom marry his dad.
