“Of course he does,” Graham snaps.
I decide to get this meeting over and done with, so I stand. “I’m sure Clive will do a great job. I look forward to working with him.”
Lies.
“Hope so.” Graham nods. “Hope so.”
I watch the man leave my office, then step out to where Clive usually sits. He’s gone. I hear noises coming from the office next to mine, so I step over and stare into the doorway, watching as Clive hangs a poster on his wall.
He brought shit to decorate his office? How did he know?
Oh.
He knew. Before today.
The fucker.
This has been in the works for longer than a day. To say I feel betrayed is the understatement of the century.
“Congrats, Clive.” I know my voice is oozing sarcasm, but I’m doing my best to sound sincere.
He laughs. The fucker actually laughs. “Sorry, man. I’d had enough.”
“Enough? Of what?”
“You.”
The scoff shoots out of my mouth before I can stop it. “Well, you still work for me, so I don’t see how your situation has improved.”
“Actually…,” he starts to say, but he pauses. I wait for the rest.
“Actually, what?”
“I work for Graham.”
We all work for Graham.
I’m about to say that when he holds up his hand. “I’m only workingnextto you.”
Blinking, I stare into Clive’s new office. An office that’s about 250 percent bigger than mine. An office with a fucking window, a sitting area, and his own bathroom.
What the ever-loving hell is going on? It’s like I’m living in some sort of alternative universe. One where my assistant is suddenly promoted and I’m pushed into the basement. Like Milton in the movieOffice Space.
For some inexplicable reason, I search Clive’s new mahogany desk for my stapler.
Shaking my head, I smile. “Well, I’m happy for you, man.”
“Liar,” he grumbles as he scoots a large plant into a corner.
He’s got a plant?
“Nah, man. I’m really happy for you.”
I might as well embrace this—at least while I’m here at work. I can get drunk and break shit at home. Or better yet, I can hang with Sky. She’ll commiserate with me. She always does.
Chapter Four
Ben
