“I seduced him.” I sit with my back straight, hands placed neatly on my knees staring straight into Evaleen’s eyes. She smiles and shakes her head letting out a little laugh.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I did. I...uh...I knew you would be looking for me to go out for lunch and I did my sexy thing and you know how it goes. So there you are. Fire me.” My explanation is not going over well with Evaleen despite the complete logic of it. I can see my Brain pacing back and forth and stopping every so often to scream ‘NO’ at me.
“Sounds good Drake, but the thing is I know you and you like Payne. I don’t understand WHY you like him but you do. You aren’t some money grubbing woman or cutthroat she-beast who will do anything to get to the top. I like you Drake because you are a hard worker and an honest person. The only thing I can’t understand is why you are lying right now?”
“I’m not lying.”
I’m lying. I’m crazy-tell-everyone-your-kid-is-stuck-in-a-weather-balloon-for-fame lying. I didn't know Evaleen would walk in on us. Actually I had totally forgotten about our lunch date. I wasn't exactly thinking of food at that moment.
But watching Henrik throw everything away that he has worked over a decade for and knowing how truly valuable he is for this company I just couldn't have him losing his job over this. Oh, and also my stupid heart thought it is romantic or something. “Books are written about such things Morgana!” My Heart moans while looking starry eyed out the window. “Yeah, but I haven’t written a book Heart, so where are my royalties that can help support me through this?” She shrugs her shoulder, “I don’t know. That’s your problem.” Figures.
Evaleen mumbles something under her breath and turns to her computer to start typing. After a minute I hear the printer perk up behind her and she walks over to grab the paper coming out. Finally she places the print out in front of me.
“This is a statement of what you and Payne have told me about the incident. Please sign the bottom if you agree that it is accurate and true. Upon signing you as well as Payne will be put on leave without pay until an investigation can prove what you say is true.”
She is holding a pen out in front of me and my hands shake as I grab it. My eyes glance over the type on the page but I can’t make out the words as my eyes blur from unshed tears and my head begins to throb. Nervously I sign and hand everything back to Evaleen.
“Well, I guess this means no lunch then.” I try to joke but my voice is shaky.
“No, I have too much work to do now and I have to talk to the Mimir brothers about this. Mr. Payne has already left the building so you can go and grab your things. Unfortunately you have to leave immediately. Do you want me to walk out with you Morgana?”
Oh god she used my first name...this is bad. Evaleen must really feel sorry for me.
“No. I’m okay. I’ll just grab the few things I have. My picture of my family, my porcelain cake statues and assorted dessert sprinkles. I think that’s it.”
I rise not as a twenty nine year old woman who takes the challenges of life and seeks to conquer them, but as a defeated female slowly crashing and burning while feeling like she is living in a ninety years old body. Hobbling out of the office I make my way down the hall and notice Mr. Payne’s door is open. Gathering my courage, what minuscule crumbs are left of it, I peek inside. It’s like stepping back in time to that Friday over a week ago. The chairs are overturned and that poor plant, who never asked to be in Mr. Payne’s office, lye on its side probably grasping its last photosynthesis breath.
Walking over I lovingly try to put it straight. Regrettably it has taken so much abuse the leaves are bent or broken off. The plant is a shell of its former self so I sit beside it and hold its palm as it passes from this world.
“Shh, little Planty. No need to cry, I’m here. I won’t hurt you.”
My eyes begin to burn again as my cheeks prickle and before I know it a long sob takes over. By sob I mean ugly, snotty and wet cry. The word moist grosses me out, but it’s in the English language for a reason. To describe my face at this moment; it is moist, red and puffy. I’m sure my mascara has added to the facial fail.
I don’t stop crying for quite a long time and I’m surprised security hasn't shown up to have me removed.
“Morgana, what did you do now?” I hear Aria’s voice coming from the door as I look up to see her moving toward me. She comes to sit beside me and Planty.
“I fucked up Aria. Like stupid fucked up. I’m on leave without pay and will most likely be fired after the investigation. Also, Mr. Payne hates me. Hates me!”
She is shaking her head in disbelief.
“Wait? What? Investigation? Oh my god Morgana what happened? Evaleen called me to come get you but she didn't say why.”
I sigh and tell her the whole story, even the spanking. She giggles at that and crinkles her nose. Me thinks the lady hath not been spanked before. By the end she gives me a lopsided smile while shaking her head.
“Oh Morgana...do you know what the record is for most orgasms in an hour?”
I shake my head feeling my voice go hoarse after the day’s events.
“134 orgasms in an hour by a woman. I think for a man is was 16.”
I keep staring off into the distance giving her no reaction to her data. Aria sighs and gets up lowering her hand.
“Come on let’s go get some lunch, head home and have a Coen Brother movie marathon.”
She helps me to my feet and we make our way to the door.
“We can’t forget the cake Aria. I need it to be dark like my mood, maybe chocolate ganache frosting.”
After gathering my things and heading out we stop to get Chinese food and of course cake on the way home. Once in our apartment I sit at the black granite breakfast bar, grab a fork and dig into the sugary confection. No slices, just straight eat out of the box because emotionally that’s where I am right now. I don’t even want to think about how tomorrow I have to look for a job.
Aria is sitting beside me observing me consume the chocolate frosted cake that says “Hippy Birthday Carl” in red icing. She opens her Chinese food container and digs her chop sticks inside pulling out some brown noodles.
“You know what might help you Morgana? Dating a guy.”
I stop with my fork in the air while chocolate crumbs fall off and turn to look at her.
“I’m done with men Aria. I just want to get some low level job where no one has to interact with me and I can start my life as a hermit.”
“I think in a few days or a few weeks you might like to go out with a guy who isn't your boss. Have a one night stand to get over him.”
Ugg! I have no desire to sleep with some player just to get some.
“No thanks Aria. That’s you not me.”
Aria is fiddling with her cell phone while eating out of her carton. She pushes the phone toward me.
“What about him? You may not want to fuck him but maybe we could all hang out, you see if you like him. How about it?”
I grab her phone and take a better look at the picture. Holy crap the man is gorgeous. I can’t quite tell from the photo how tall he is but he does have a lean athletic body as if he runs a lot. He is smiling in the photograph and his light brown hair shines while his slight beard gives him an edge. Wow, that man has a stunning smile.
“Is he real?” I ask her wondering if she took a picture of an advertisement in a catalogue.
Aria laughs and nods, grabbing the phone she swipes at it before placing it back on the counter.
“Of course he is. Look this is us at work. He’s the owner of the club. I would have hooked up with him but he’s my boss so you know.” She cringes right after she speaks, realizing what has come out of her mouth.
“Yeah, I am all too aware of how bad it is to hook up with a boss.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean you or what happened. I, just...oh well, you know how I am Morgana. I never want to see the guy again so it would be weird if I had to work with him every day. Ahh, this isn’t coming out right. I’ll just go back to eating.” She shoves some noodles in her mouth staring at the carton.
“It’s fine Aria. Even if I would be up for a date with him, who’s to say he would be interested in me?”
Shoving her hand into the air and pointing up she mumbles with the food still in her mouth.
“One, he is single. Two, he is straight. Three, he’s not blind. Look I’m working Friday night; stop on by for a few drinks. You can meet him. If you don’t hit it off then no big deal, alright?”
I shrug my shoulders and take a few more bites of cake to ease my nerves about possibly meeting another man so soon after the Payne incident. No, you know what? I am not calling anything ‘incidents’ anymore. I have far too many of them. Maybe if I trick my brain with a different word I will be less likely to have them. From here on out it will be known as the Payne Munting or the Youtube Munting or the Lap Face Plant Munting. If you don’t know what munting is, I suggest you look it up, but be warned it isn’t pretty. In fact you might vomit in your mouth, so maybe not look it up.
“Sure there is no harm in meeting your boss. I’ll do it! Screw Mr. Payne and all the craziness that comes along with him. I deserve a hot guy who owns a bar or someone equally as good.”
As much as I am acting like I want to meet this guy and stand strong, my heart still feels like it’s just been run over with a freight train. While I am upset at losing my job I miss Henrik more. The fact that I know he hates me makes me feel worse than if Tiffany turns out to be his loving wife.
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63. THE Insane
62. THE Bechmann
61. THE Morning After
60. THE Attack
59. THE Decision
58. THE Emergency
57. THE Welcome Home
56. THE First Day Back
55. THE Strange
54. THE Question
53. THE Crazy B
52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
2. THE After Effects
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