A Double Dose of Billionaire (Part One) Read Free Page B

greeted me with a hello and were more open with
asking me questions. At the very least, they’d say something
whenever they dropped a document on my desk. But today, they
avoided me like the plague and I guessed why.
    I knocked on my boss’s door. I didn’t even
know how that man ended up in his position. Every time I visit him,
he’s either in the middle of a Facebook game or laughing
obnoxiously with some friend of his on the phone. He barely did
anything but sit on his fat ass all day, and to make things worse,
he had been hitting on me the whole of last month. At first I
thought I was imagining things, but when the bouquet of roses
arrived on my table with his name on it, I stopped questioning his
intentions.
    “Come in,” he called.
    I walked into his office to find him sitting
at his desk with his fingers intertwined. Strange—he was usually on
his computer or cellphone.
    “Sit down, Scarlet.”
    I did as he said and tried to loosen my
collar. Was it me or was the air conditioning turned too high? “You
asked to see me, sir?”
    He was usually a flirty man, and seeing him so
serious made me nervous. Regardless of how much he acted like a
douchebag, he was still my boss and controlled how much I earned at
the end of each month.
    “I’ve heard about your little incident with
the Crawford brothers. Is it true?”
    What did my personal life have anything to do
with this? “I’m sorry, sir, I got drunk that night and don’t
remember.”
    “It’s very unprofessional.”
    “I’m sorry.” It happened during out-of-work
hours, though, so I wasn’t sure how it had anything to do with my
professionalism.
    “Your sales team has also been underperforming
the last few months. All the other teams managed to hit their
targets but yours. Can I have a valid explanation for
that?”
    I had to check if my ears were playing a trick
on me. In the last few months, my team outperformed all the other
teams, securing more contracts than them. My left eye started to
twitch. “I’m sorry, did you read your data sheets correctly? I’m
pretty sure that we’ve been outperforming everyone else. We
doubled your target last month.”
    “Are you saying that I can’t read, Ms.
Fontaine?” He sunk back into his chair and crossed him
arms.
    “No, not at all.” But I am saying that
you’re a biased, two-faced son of a bitch. I clenched my fists
together. I wondered how stuck up he’d be after I broke his
nose.
    He sighed and passed me an envelope. “Here is
this month’s paycheck.”
    “Thanks, but isn’t it due next
week?”
    “I’m relieving you of your duties, so you
don’t have to come next week.”
    I stayed silent, not quite grasping the
situation. “Wait, you’re firing me.” It was a statement, not a
question.
    He sat up straighter. “Yes, I’m firing you. As
sales manager you represent our company’s image, and I can’t have
you sleeping around with men. It’s bad for our image, and we’d
rather not have you here.”
    What a hypocritical bastard! He was trying to
get into my pants right before this. “Oh, that’s not the reason why
you’re being such a dick.” He wasn’t my boss anymore so why bother
to be polite? “You’re just jealous because I told you to get your
hands off my ass when you tried to grope it two weeks
ago.”
    He scowled. “You think so little of
me.”
    “Actually, I probably think too highly of you.
You’re probably firing me for some reason even more spiteful and
shallow than that, though I’m not that low to be able to think of
what.”
    He ignored my insults and went back to
fidgeting with his computer. “You have until this afternoon to pack
your desk and leave. I’ll have Albert take over your
duties.”
    Albert? That annoying dickhead? That was the
very last straw I could take. My fist was raring to go but I could
think of something better.
    “See this?” I said, using my phone to show my
ex-boss a picture of him feeling up an intern. That perverted man
only