head.
âAnd where is he now? Standing in line at the unemployment office. Overall sales plummeted under his watch, which is why they recruited me. Iâm determined to put Telegenic back on top, and I need for you to stop fighting me on this.â
âAnd I need you to stop being a tyrant. Thatâs not the way we do things around here.â
âMaybe it should be. Doing things the old way has cost this company millions.â
âLook, Jamal, I know that you think the cosmetic sun rises and falls on you, but the reality is, I donât know anything about you. I donât trust you, and until Oni, who is my real boss, directs me to do otherwise, Iâll keep doing what I know works, thank you very much!â
Jamal eyed her with disapproval. âYou know, I honestly thought that we had settled all of this animosity and attitude.â Catt smacked her lips. âYeah, thatâs real mature, Catt. Now I understand why they put you in charge of the teen line.â
Catt immediately took offense. âI take my job very seriously, and Iâm good at what I do. I donât appreciate you stomping in here out of nowhere and crapping all over my hard work!â
âWhat, so Iâm supposed to be impressed because youâre good at your job?â he fired back. âYouâre supposed to be good; otherwise, they donât need you. Iâm not here to coddle you. This is a business, Catt. Peopleâs lives and livelihoods are dependent on this company being a success, and that canât happen if I let you turn out subpar products to keep from hurting your feelings. If you have a problem with me or my way of doing things, you donât have to work. There are plenty of people willing to do what you arenât for the same salary.â
âYou didnât let meââ
âThis conversation is over, Cason. Now get back to work and get it right this time,â he ordered and charged into his office, slamming the door behind him.
All of a sudden, Catt was back in third grade getting yelled at by her teacher for spilling glue all over her desk. As she did then, she masked a stern face but was a blubbering mess inside. Catt stopped a tear before it had a chance to escape down her cheek. Then she heard his door creak open a minute later.
âSorry,â he said in a huff. âI shouldnât have yelled at you like that.â
She sniffed. âIâm a big girl inside and out, and my skin is a lot thicker than you seem to think it is.â
âThatâs good. You need a tough hide in this business.â He emerged from his office and placed a hand on her shoulder. âBesides, I wouldnât want to upset you.â
She snatched away from him. âYou didnât, okay? Now, if you donât mind, I have work to do.â
He turned her toward him. âWhy donât we work on it together?â
âIâve got it,â she insisted. âI donât need your help.â
âYou need my help, and then some. This is never going to work if you canât learn to give up some control and trust that youâre not the only one around here who knows what theyâre doing.â
She brushed off his comment with a brusque, âI just canât figure out for the life of me why God and Oni saddled me with you.â
âMaybe Iâm that thorn in your flesh thatâs supposed to keep you on your knees,â he replied good-naturedly. âOr maybe I was sent here by the Lord to drive you crazy and, ultimately, turn you into a better person.â
âGod sends us good and perfect gifts,â she retorted.
âHe sends you what you need, even if you donât know you need it yet.â
âOh, so youâre a prophet too?â she asked flippantly.
âHardly. Youâre doing good if you catch me in church most Sundays, but I am a chemist, and I know another good chemist when I see one. And youâre
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