sort
of Disney caricature. It ’ s as if he ’ s six again and
someone took away his toy train. Or
his little Batman figurine. ” She looked straight at him. “ Marco — my
poor, dear, lost Marco — you
know damned well what I ’ ve
done for your other authors in the past. ”
“ Nothing
you did to them came close to this. ”
“ That ’ s because none of them
could work a look like this. Lisa
can. Now, apologize to her. I could call Alex and have you
fired. You know that. Either you throw your weight behind this
girl and stop harassing her, or you ’ re looking for a new job. Choose. ”
“ If
you lose me, you lose Wenn Publishing. ”
“ Are you serious? Does your ego know no bounds? We have dozens of outstanding editors
here. You ’ re just a piece of
unfortunate gum on the bottom of a high-end shoe. ”
“ Really? Do any of those editors have two
Pulitzer Prize-winning writers under their belts? ”
“ I
could give a damn about your prizes or your senior status, Marco. I could give a shit about any of it,
because all you did was take pen to paper and shape and edit someone else ’ s work. You certainly haven ’ t written anything of
your own to boast about, so stop behaving as if you have. Now, you ’ re a good editor — we all recognize that — but
you ’ re
not irreplaceable. Nobody is. Not even me. Don ’ t you dare insult a new writer when she ’ s about to step in
front of a camera for the first time. How dare you do that to her? You ’ re
setting her up for failure. Apologize to her now or you are out of here. ”
He leveled me with a glance. “ I ’ m
sorry that she ’ s
made you look like a tramp, ” he
said to me. “ I understand now that
none of this was your doing, but it ’ s still what you look like. ”
And that was it for me — I ’ d had enough of
him.
“ I
think that ’ s
about it for me, ” I
said. “ I don ’ t do wallflower. In an effort to be professional, I ’ ve held my tongue as
long as I could, but no more. Do
you want to know what I see in you, Marco? ”
“ Lay
it on me. Let ’ s see what you ’ ve got. ”
“ It ’ s just what everyone
else is thinking, and probably has been for years. You ’ ve shared your impressions of me, so now, here are mine of
you. You look like a roid freak to
me. Are you? I have to wonder. Are you shooting up in the locker room,
or in private? Are your needles
clean, or are they dirty? I bet
they ’ re
dirty. I bet you ’ re into that kind of
risky behavior. I bet you get off
on it. But to me? It looks as if you ’ ve been shooting up
for years. And I have to wonder
why? What are you overcompensating
for? ”
“ Overcompensating? ”
“ That ’ s right. I have to wonder. ”
“ You
think I ’ m
on roids? ”
“ I
can smell your shriveled balls from here. ”
He laughed at that, but it was a
laugh without humor. I ’ d just publicly challenged
him, and he was trying to keep his cool.
“ Lady,
you don ’ t
even know what you ’ re
up against. ”
“ Is
that a threat? ”
“ It ’ s a fact. ”
I giggled at that. “ I ’ ve
read about your reputation. I came
into this meeting with my eyes wide open. But I ’ ve
done nothing to deserve any kind of hostility from you. All I did was show up. You ’ re just some bullying, old-school editor who thinks that I ’ m going to take your
bullshit. Guess again. I ’ m not. ”
“ That ’ s because you have
Alex Wenn in your back pocket. ”
“ You
mean your boss? ”
He didn ’ t respond to that. Instead, his eyes burned into mine — and at that very moment, it was clear
that he was against me. I ’ d made my enemy.
So be it.
“ Here ’ s the deal, ” I
said. “ What you need to
understand, Mr. Boss, is that I ’ m
happy being an indie writer. I ’ ve enjoyed it