TWO WEEKS' NOTICE by Whitney G

Author:Whitney G. [G., Whitney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WGW Books, LLC
Published: 2018-07-19T04:00:00+00:00

THE NEXT MORNING, I leaned back in my office chair—hitting ignore on my phone each time Preston called me.

After ten straight rejections, he walked into my office and narrowed his eyes at me.

“May I help you with something, Preston?”

“Preston?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Oh, that’s right. Am I supposed to call you ‘Mr. Parker’ if we’re in the office?”

“I would prefer that since no other executive employees are allowed to do otherwise.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll try to remember that for next time, Preston.” I shrugged. “How may I help you this morning?”

“It’s the goddamn afternoon.”

“Is it?” I smiled and turned around in my chair, looking up at the clock. “It is two o’clock, isn’t it? Wow, time is really flying these days.”

“Miss Lauren ...”

“Yes?” I spun around to face him again. “You were saying you needed me to do something?”

“For starters, since you’ve given the interns unauthorized time off and you were beyond late again, you can go to Sweet Seasons and get me some afternoon coffee.”

“I don’t think so. You don’t need Sweet Seasons coffee anymore,” I said, standing up and walking over to my beverage cabinet. “I have something even better and faster for you.” I rolled out the mini Keurig I never got the chance to use, and I could literally feel him losing his shit as I plugged it into the wall.

“This takes like two minutes to heat up, and the coffee is usually ready seconds after that,” I said, opening a package of cheap Colombian-lite coffee pods. “And I know how particular you are about the chocolate drop that Sweet Seasons places at the bottom of every cup, so ...” I unwrapped a Hershey’s kiss and dropped it into a paper cup. “There.”

I placed the cup on the brewing plate and hit start. “Now, that you’re seconds away from enjoying some ‘just like’ Colombian coffee, what else do you need me to do for you?”

The vein in his neck swelled, but he kept his expression stoic. “After you go to Sweet Seasons and get me the coffee I prefer, the next thing you’re going to do—”

“I haven’t agreed to the first thing.”

“I know damn well that you’re going to do so.” He glared at me. “The next thing you’re going to do is bring me the report on the top ten budget hotels that you’ve been working on for the past four months so we can go over the calculations.”

“I stopped working on that a while ago,” I said. “But I’d be happy to send you the ten percent that I completed. I’m sure you can complete the other ninety percent on your own. You are the CEO of this company after all. It wouldn’t kill you to get your hands dirty for a few days.”

He sucked in a slow breath, looking as if he was about to give me the “You’re fucking fired” I rightfully deserved, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped back and smiled.

I waited for him to get the last word, to hit me with one of his final lines, but it never came.

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