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intimidating
stare-down as my mother used, only Warren did it better. Accustomed to the
treatment I remained silent. In my family, the first person to speak, lost. Or maybe it was the first person to speak after
my mother, lost. I never won but I tried.
    “Ellis tells me you’re determined
not to join the financial team,” Warren said after it was clear I wasn’t going
to say anything.
    I set down my pen and pad,
lifted my chin and said, “That’s right.”
    Long moments passed. “Very
well. You’ll remain where you are,” he said with the conceit of a king.
Warren’s eyes penetrated my soul. He probably counted the spotted flecks of
gold in my irises. The silence dragged on.
    “Is that all?” I said.
    “No.” His answer came out as an
order.
    Out of principle I wanted to
get up and walk out of his office, but this wasn’t kindergarten. I would show
him I could take his abrupt manner and be a worthy assistant.
    Finally he spoke. “Why don’t
you want to be in finance?”
    This again. Did he not speak English? I exaggerated my words slowly so that
maybe it would get through his thick skull. “I don’t like numbers. I don’t like
being an accountant.”
    “Why the fuck are you here
then?”
    I pulled back. I’d never had a
boss say anything remotely disrespectful. Warren just cursed at me. In anger I
spurted, “Because it’s the only qualifications I have.”
    He smirked and one surge of a
half laugh escaped his lips. It was a mischievous, wicked laugh that sent a
tendril of desire coursing through my middle. His brief smile and amusement
lightened his expression to magnificence. His ire could make a roman solider
pee his pants, but his grin could ignite a thousand woman’s panties. Holy cannoli. Warren could be classified
as a sexy beast—if he turned the corners of his lips towards the sky once
in a while. And here I was thinking Ellis was the more handsome of the two. Not
anymore.
    But the lightness of his smirk
vanished without a trace. He was back to intense, ominous Warren. I remembered
what David and Barbara told me yesterday. How this man was castrated daily by
the woman he married. Was that the mystery of my bosses missing smile? Maybe
I’d find out, but at another time. Right now his gaze pinned me to my chair.
    Squirming like a teenager in
the principal’s office, I couldn’t take it anymore. I never won at these crappy
games. I stood up and said, “Hey, look if you need me for something I’ll be in
my cubby-hole…”
    “Ms. Renzi ,
sit down.” Warren growled, pointing to the chair. His voice alone was a force
that couldn’t be broached.
    I sat.
    He reached under his desk, pulled out a sleek TV remote from a drawer, pointed it
at the wall behind me and pushed a button. I turned my head to a hidden screen
rising up from a backboard, stopping when it reached eye level. The screen
showed noise and then a black and white slanted bird’s eye view of the office. Specifically my cubicle.
    Security cameras. My heart
froze. Of course he’d have cameras even if I didn’t see them. Oh, crap. I clung
to my seat, stiff to the point of breaking if someone touched me.
    I watched as the video of Ellis
and I having sex from last night played. The camera was set so only my face was
seen. He turned up the sound and set the controller down. Warren replayed the
whole eternity of the blow-by-blow. I was in my seat for a lifetime. I thought
for sure my hair was grey and my face was wrinkled by the time he paused the
recording of our afterglow. I was so fired. My trembling hands covered my face.
I waited for him to hand me a pink slip, yell at me, or have guards escort me
the hell out. But there was only silence.
    Sick to my stomach I chided
myself over and over. Why did I take that dare? My mother would kill me. What
would my father do? Oh god, they couldn’t know. Nobody could know.
    Finally, Warren’s cruel voice
penetrated the pity party going on in my head. “How long have you been fucking
my