Call me now or I will come to you for some answers! Jon
“Shit!”she said again as she realised that it wasn’t an idle threat and that he had omitted a kiss from his message which she presumed meant he was very serious. She grabbed an empty cardboard box from her stationary cupboard and began throwing her personal belongings into it as she hit the call button for her missed calls from Jon.
He answered immediately and sounded mad as hell. “At last. Where the fuck are you?”
“I am on my way over to you any second now,” she told him.
“What’s the matter?” he asked seriously.
“Nothing,” she replied a little too edgily.
“You are lying to me, Stephanie.” He still sounded mad with her.
“Will you do something for me? Please.”
“Name it.” His voice was slightly gentler now, but obviously still annoyed.
With a small smile, her heart melted a little at his words and the speed of them. The fact that he immediately agreed to her request even if he didn’t even know what it was she was asking of him filled her heart with joy.
“Stay where you are and do not take any calls from here or speak to anyone. Just wait for me to get there and explain just how shit my morning has been,” she said calmly before looking up to see Hazel from H.R. and security.
“Fine, but you have exactly one hour before I come to you, okay?”
“Yes, fine. Do you have any admin or P.A. vacancies currently?” she asked now as Hazel smiled at her weakly. “Just two minutes please,” she almost pleaded with Hazel who nodded.
“What? Who for?” asked Jon sounding confused more than anything else now.
“Rosie. I appear to have cost her her job.” She was feeling increasingly guilty at that fact.
“I don’t know, but bring her with you and she can go and see H.R. I’ll get Andrea to let them know to expect her. Now get your arse over here because I am getting more pissed off with every passing minute, and I am worried about you,” he told her gently.
“I have to go,” she said, hanging onto the hope that he had meant it when he said he didn’t expect her to divulge information from her workplace with him. Finally, she turned her attention to Hazel. “My laptop, mobile and staff I.D.”
Hazel ticked them off a sheet she had with her. “I have Rosie’s already.” The other woman still attempted to smile as she handed an envelope to Steph and explained, “Your reference and a cheque in lieu of your notice.”
“Thanks, but what about Rosie?”
“I have mine,” said Rosie from behind the two security men as she held a matching envelope aloft.
Steph grabbed her briefcase and handbag that she had now thrown her phone into.
“Parking permit,” said one of the security guards.
“It’s in my car in the car park.”
They stepped aside to allow her to pass.
Rosie and Steph were escorted to the car park and after handing over her parking permit, Hazel shook each of them by the hand. “Good luck.”
“I don’t know why I have come down here, I don’t even drive.” Rosie began to cry. “I am supposed to be getting married next year and now I don’t even have a job so it’s touch and go whether we will even be able to pay the mortgage and we’re in a recession.” She wailed now, making security look uncomfortable.
“Rosie, I am sorry. Please, get into the car.” Steph held the passenger door open.
As they approachedthe street where Brookers was located, Rosie had composed herself enough to ask, “Do I look okay for an interview?”
“Rosie, you look brilliant, professional, as you always do. Now I am unsure what vacancies they have, but I promise that as soon as I am in a position to do so I will sort something out for you and obviously I will give you the most glowing of references detailing just how great you are at knowing when to make tea and when to make coffee and which days to bring biscuits and cakes in,” she said making Rosie laugh as she pulled up to the car park barrier where security greeted her.
“Yes, Miss, can I help you?”
