“Wait! Okay...I’m just...wondering when you’ll be ready to work again,” he finally admits.
Geez.Three whole days off and he’s ready to pee his pants.
“Never,” I reply bluntly. I mean it. I never want to put on another soulless performance for another crowd of soulless fat cats. Besides, I’m pretty sure Buford will have my nuts the minute he sees me again. Keeping a low profile is the best thing for me right now.
“Come on, Sam, don’t be like that,” Cory wheedles. “You love this shit, you live for it. You can’t give it up because of some piece of ass.”
I take the phone from my ear and stare down at the screen for a second.Did he really just say that?
“It’s not over a piece of ass, Cory,” I tell him.
“Oh, right. Your cat. Yeah...I’m sorry about that. But either way, you can’t ditch your career over pussy – regardless of the species. Pull yourself together, Sam. It’s enough already,” he says. I’m figuring Cory has decided I need some tough love, and for some reason, he’s the one who needs to give it to me.Which is where he’s dead wrong because when it comes to Cory Smith, I feel no love whatsoever.
“Cory,” I say after mulling these thoughts for a minute.
“Yes, Sam?” he replies.
“You’re fired.” I disconnect the call, switch off the phone, and turn back to the next episode of my favorite housewives.
