Christine by C. Sean McGee

Author:C. Sean McGee [McGee, C. Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CSM Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 3

Christine banged on the door with the palm of her hand, furious that she had been refused entry by some whore just because she was a woman. Who the hell did they think they were? In this day and age, for this type of macho sexist slavery to still exist.

“Open this goddamn door” she screamed.

Her calm and reverie had escaped her.

All she could think of was of her friend, that snake, sitting beside those men, shaking their hands, drinking their drinks, smoking their cigars and taking every inch of her acclaim and for what? For being a lazy fucker who was too busy trying to get in the pants of every damn secretary he could find to offer one second of help and always being their when hands needed shaking, when a crown needs its prince; always waiting somewhere on her tail, catching her easy breeze and casting her aside in the dash to the end.

“Excuse me” she said as an old man pushed past her; ignorant of either her worth or her presence alone before him.

The old man knocked on the door and the woman in the corset greeted him with a smile, a menu and a kiss on the cheek. Christine pressed her hand firm on the door and wedged her foot against the frame to fight her way in.

“This is not fair. This is sexist” she said.

The woman in the corset pulled hard on the door and it slammed shut without any bother.

The silver panel slid open.

“Listen it’s nothing personal, but this is an executive bistro and you’re a woman. You don’t see me trying to sneak my pincher into the cinema” the woman in the corset said.

“I’m a dog? What? Do you even hear what you’re saying?” said Christine.

The silver panel slid open.

“Don’t make a scene, please. Just wait with the other wives and girlfriends by the umbrella” said the woman, sliding the silver panel shut again.

Christine looked to her right where a white umbrella erected high into the air and under it, sipping flutes of water, were several women, some of them young, some of them old, some of them lovers and some of them wives and all of them, with a peaceful content smile dressed upon their stupid faces.

“Are you really gonna just sit here and let them tell you where you can and can’t go?” she said to the women.

The women looked at each other; first to their left and then their right and back and forth and back again, all shaking their headed in dumbfounded disagreement to whatever it seems they should not have an opinion to.

“We have every right to be in there, just as they do. Seriously, what century is this?” she said.

“Please don’t make a scene. They’ll bring out crackers soon” said one of the women.

“Are you high?” said Christine.

“Listen, we don’t want to bother the gentlemen in their place” said one of the women.

“Bother them? Their place? This is everyone’s place, this is everyone’s world. We already fought this stupid argument decades ago.

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