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Reagan
Pulling out my chair, I sit down at my desk and place my Starbucks in front of me. Margie still hasn’t arrived and it’s already seven thirty. I turn on my computer and wait for it to load. I sip my coffee and check my watch again. From the first day she started here, not once had Margie been late.What the hell is going on with her?
I give her the benefit of the doubt and check my emails.
When I went home sick yesterday, I did no work whatsoever. I needed a break and I had to give my eyes a rest. I used to get migraines as a teenager, but haven’t had one in so long, I’d forgotten how bad they could be. The doctor used to say they were triggered by stress, and I suppose it could be the same now. Terry’s call had me stressed, Margie’s transformation had me stressed…
Everett and I spent the rest of the day watching movies in bed, practically naked. We had our own little feast of Chinese takeout and shared a bottle of wine. It was nice. We’d eventually fallen asleep about eleven, he had me wrapped up in his arms like I was in a cocoon. That was until I’d woken this morning with his cock stabbing me in the back.
As my emails loaded, something stuck out. My eyebrows pulled together as I noticed that one of my biggest accounts, my best accounts, had been closed.
No. That couldn’t be right.
It was there yesterday. It was active.
My heart pounded. Sweat beaded on my chest as I read through the email.
The order of the shipment has been changed. Due to this you are in breach of contract. Lots of lives have been put at risk due to this error. With this grave error that has been made, we will be closing the account.
What the fuck? I didn’t understand any of this.
Looking at the time again, I saw it was after eight and Margie still isn’t here. If something big happened yesterday, I should’ve gotten a call. I told her I was available on my cell.
The only work-based call I had was Terry. He didn’t mention anything about a shipment. They’ve been fine for the whole term of the contract.
I felt sick. I wanted to call Terry, but what if he thought I was responsible for this?
I drop my face into my hands and rub my eyes before rubbing my temples. I take some calming breaths in and out. I then realize that the longer I left this unaddressed, the worse it would be. I had to call him.
Picking up the phone, I press the number for Terry’s direct line and wait. Butterflies ran amok in my belly as the other end rang out. I was about to hang up when Terry picked up. His low voice came over the line.
“Hi, Terry,” I say softly.
“Ahh, Reagan. You must have read my mind. I was about to call you. I assume you know Margie won’t be in today.” I hadn’t heard a thing, but I wasn’t sure if I should say that. “She’s asking for a day off, sick apparently.”
“Oh…okay.”
“So you didn’t know that Margie was taking today off?” His tone was accusatory, and I didn’t like it.
“No, I didn’t.” I sighed. “Apparently, she went right over my head and informed you instead.” I took a few calming breaths before I continued. “Terry, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, but make it quick, I’ve got eighteen holes of golf to get to.”
God forbid I interrupt his fucking golf. This is only his business.
I ignored the little voice in my ear that wanted to tell him to get a grip and take notice of what was happening around him, at his company, but I bit it back. “Do you know anything about the Sphinx account closing? I’ve come in this morning to an email saying we’re in breach of contract.”
“Sphinx?” The line went deathly quiet and I wonder if the call has dropped until I hear his voice again. “Do you mean the Sphinx account that was worth thousands to us?”
“The very same.” My eyes closed as I waited on his answer.
“Who closed it and why?” I pull the phone away from my ear as he bellows. “You need to figure this out, Reagan, and you need to do it today!”
The line went dead. He hadn’t even given me a chance to say I knew nothing about it. I hang up and dial Margie’s number. I wait a whole minute before I’m sent to voicemail.
“Good morning, Ms. Campbell. Give me a call as soon as you get this; it’s urgent. Thanks.”
As a child, my brother and I were told to use manners. I always tried to, even when I became chief executive. Employees tend to react to politeness even if you’re stern. Even though right now I want to rip someone’s head off.
