“No, it happened because you’re a crazed Neanderthal.”
“I’ll give you a job.”
“What?”
“You can be my assistant.”
“Don’t you already have one?”
“I’ll fire her.”
“I’m not going to be the reason some poor woman loses her job.”
“I’ll give her a decent severance package, so she’ll be good for a few years.”
“I don’t want to work for you. I want to teach.”
“Trust me, you’ll be teaching again by next school year. In the meantime, work for me.”
“Working for you would be a conflict of interest.”
“Stop making this more complicated than it has to be.”
“Do you agree to keep things strictly professional at work?”
“Hell no. If I call you into my office for some midday pussy, I expect you to bend over my desk and spread your legs without question.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Do you accept the job or not?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
“Fine.”
“And, Cin?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t wear any panties.”
I end the call before she can respond, and I dial Logan.
“I’m on it. I’ll make this disappear. Charges won’t be filed and Jerry Skinner will be offered financial compensation for his troubles,” he says right away, already deducing the nature of my call.
“Excellent. Let me know when it’s done.”
“Will do.”
I could kick myself for being so excited about seeing Cin every day.
My mom turns off the television and gets up from the sofa when I enter the apartment, concern evident on her face.
“Cin, I want you to tell me what’s going on, and I want to know right this second.”
“I got fired today,” I say, closing the door.
