I scoffed. “Watch me.”
“No, Miss Becca. Please. You can’t--.”
I swung JoJo’s office door open. “We need to talk.”
He stared at me with his phone stuck in his ear. “I’m going to have to call you back.”
Lexie rushed up behind me. “He’s on a phone conference call. You have to--.”
But I slammed the door in her face before I charged the man’s desk.
“You better have a very good reason for--.”
I slammed the folders onto his desk. “Here’s the work I did over the weekend.”
He leaned back in his seat. “What? You want a consolation prize?”
I pressed the palms of my hands into his desk. “If you don’t lighten up this workload, I’m reporting you. I’ve been reading up on laws regarding overtime and overtime pay, and I’ve more than reached my limit.”
He crossed his leg over his knee. “And if I don’t?”
I straightened my back. “Then, not only do I quit, but I will go to the police and tell them exactly how I got the wounds underneath my tongue. You know, since the officer who came to question me at my apartment a few days back was so adamant about my story being false.”
He clicked his tongue. “And what did you tell him happened?”
“That I cracked my chin on the corner of my desk reaching for a pen and I almost bit through my tongue. But he knows I’m lying, and that paramedic knew I was lying. So, it wouldn’t take much for me to go to them and tell them what’s actually going on.”
He stood to his feet. “And you think that’s going to do what exactly? Earn you some sort of good reputation around town?”
“At this point, I don’t care what it does to me. Only what it does to you. You can treat me like shit all you want. You can torture me so it feels like you’re torturing Maggie all you’d like. I’m not the pathetic loser holding onto a grudge from over a decade ago. What I won’t tolerate, however, is the abuse I’ve been taking from you at work. It’s not my fault that you don’t personally vet who’s hired, and you don’t get to take that anger out on me when you almost forced me to give you a fucking blowjob underneath your goddamn desk.”
He grinned. “And yet, I don’t think you can admit that you hated it.”
“I could say the exact same thing about you, even if you don’t want to admit it.”
His face grew stone cold and, in a flash, all of the “good boy” rapport that might have been built up was demolished. He came out from behind his desk and stalked toward me, but I forced myself not to back up. He couldn’t intimidate me if I didn’t allow him to. And honestly? If he fired me, I’d be able to claim unemployment and rake him through the mud with blackmail until I got exactly what I wanted.
I only hoped it didn’t come to that.
“You’ve got some nerve,” he said as he hovered over me.
I giggled. “Intimidation tactics only work if you don’t use them all day, every day.”
He reached his hand out and wrapped it around my throat. “Is that so?”
I put on a playful voice. “Oh, Daddy. Harder, Daddy. Yeah, that’s the fucking stuff. Oh!”
He quickly released my neck. “Shut the hell up.”
And that’s when I dug my heels in. “I’m drowning in work that isn’t even mine. I’ve looked at the schedule. I’ve seen the amount of time Bonnie is taking off without even having to submit paperwork. And believe me, I’ve done the footwork to make sure that’s exactly what’s happening before I came to confront you. So, I don’t know what kind of racket you’re running with her or if you really like paying employees for jobs they don’t do, but H.R. already knows some of the stuff already happening. Do you want them to know more?”
He glowered. “What the fuck did you tell them?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’ll know once they send the report your way. Just know that I’m not playing around any longer. I gave you weeks to get this anger toward me because of my sister out of your system, and now it’s time to be a man about it.”
“You don’t get to say such bullshit things when you have no idea what that bitch put me through.”
I growled right back at him. “That bitch is my sister, and it’s not for lack of trying. I’ve given you many opportunities to tell me what in the absolute fuck happened so that I can have your back and ram that shit down her throat, too, but you won’t even give me a chance. So, this is me leveling the playing field. Back the fuck off and get Bonnie to do her fucking job, or I go to H.R. with everything. And I mean absolutely every fucking thing. Including your anger with Maggie.”
