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Ms. Quinn will be feeling the sting of my palm for that. I can’t wait to turn her pale skin pink, and then ram my dick inside her so hard she’ll be seeing stars.
Joy, my assistant of seven years, knocks on my door and comes in. “Your next appointment is here, Mr. Brooks.”
I nod. “Thanks, Joy. If you could show them in.”
She gives me a smile.
“When this meeting is over, could you grab me a coffee and a sandwich, please?”
“Of course, Mr. Brooks. Anything in particular?”
“No. Anything will do.”
“No problem at all. I’ll show them in now.”
Here we go again. Now to get Reagan out of my mind long enough to do my job.
Three
Reagan
That man seriously knows how to get me all worked up. If I hadn’t had been so fucking angry about my assistant, I may have found it funny. Everett knows what tone to use on me and how to speak to me to get my core clenching. Although I did find some humor in hanging up on him, I know only I could get away with that. If I’ve even gotten away with it at all.
My assistant’s chair is still empty as I peer through the gap of the door. I search the open space of the main office until I find her, my teeth clamping together when I see her hanging off one of the cubicles, flirting with one of the sales agents.
“Ms. Silver,” I yell, and watch as she stills. “My office, now.”
I storm back around my desk and sit down, my knee bouncing as I wait for her to follow.
Bronwyn takes timid steps into my office and closes the door behind her. Standing across from me with her hands clasped together in front of her, she casts her eyes downward. “Yes, Ms. Quinn?”
“I’d like to know why you were away from your desk again.” I wait on an answer for a moment but don’t get one. “Ms. Silver, I can’t allow this to go on. I need competence. You knew when we hired you what type of business this was. I can’t afford for you to be away from your desk other than at scheduled break periods. I do not pay you to flirt with other employees, you do that on your own time, not mine. You do realize that while you were away from your desk, Mr. Hicks called. Now instead of having a conference call with the director of the company, I’m having to sort this issue out.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Quinn.” She sniffles.
“You’re sorry? Are you sorry for all the other times you’ve been inefficient?” I just about see the slight nod of her head before I catch the small squeak her voice makes.
“Yes.”
“It’s not good enough. I shouldn’t have to look through that pane of glass and wonder where you are. You know what, I’m done with this, you’re fired.”
“What? B-but, Ms. Quinn, I’m sorry,” she stutters out.
“You can work until the end of the day. It’s not the first time we’ve had to have this conversation and I refuse to have it again.” Rubbing my forehead with the tips of my fingers, I sigh.
Another sniffle catches at the back of her throat and her eyes begin to fill with tears.
Grabbing the box of tissues from the corner of my desk, I place them in front of her. She pulls one out and gently dabs at her eyes.
“You’re dismissed.”I’m not a patient person, and showing my emotions is something I never do.
She turns away from me as quick as she can, leaving my office and pulling the door closed behind her.
I lean back in my chair and let out a breath before checking my email and finding one from my boss. Once I’ve read it, I call him and deal with the business at hand.
Once most of the agents have left for the day, I watch Bronwyn gather her stuff together into a box. Pulling the strap of her bag onto her shoulder, she picks up the box and glances at me through the glass that separates us before leaving the office for good.
Picking up the phone receiver, I call HR.
