opportunity in a lot of them.”
“ Sometimes, throwing out some low-quality grain with the chaff isn't that big of a deal.”
“ We can agree to disagree on that. Thank you for your time. I'll call again if I have more questions.”
“ So you're going to fire her?”
“ That's no longer any of your business.”
He huffs. “I suppose it's not.”
“ Good day to you, Mister Montanez.”
“ Likewise.”
I hang up the phone and lean back in my chair, staring at Ember's name. Freddie made it sound like they were awfully close. If they weren't, he probably just wanted to keep her around for eye candy. I've seen guys do it before. Men who care more about getting their rocks off to an unobtainable fantasy than the reality of what keeping that employee is doing to the business. It's easy to be blinded by a pretty face sometimes. I suppose I can't blame Freddie for wanting to keep Ember. He's not going to be in the office anymore, though, and neither am I. It's time for the company to start making money again, and for that to happen, I need to eliminate the bad seeds. Ember is definitely a bad seed.
It's not until my last break of the day that I remember my online dating profile. While I know I should wait until I get home to check and see if I got any new messages, I can't fight the urge to log on.
Not surprisingly, there are nearly a dozen new emails. Most of them are from random girls, but a few are responses from girls I emailed yesterday who wouldn't give me the time of day with the puppy pic. The one that stirs my curiosity the most though is a reply from Ember. I click on it to read what she sent me.
BlazeGenie: When you said that the only reason he didn't push you back in was because you were blessed in other areas, I thought you meant something inappropriate.
I smirk as I look at the green button next to her screen name that indicates she's online. Quickly, I check the HR software to see when her hours are. The little minx is at work, probably logged onto the app. Shame on her. Wracking up more bad employee points.
BoxPup: Pervert! What's wrong with you, woman?
BlazeGenie: Pervert? Me? Says the guy who is posting pictures of his chesticles everywhere. What happened to the dog? Did your remorse run dry, or was that story bullshit, because I'm starting to get the feeling that it was?
Chesticles? I snort. This woman is hilarious.
BoxPup: Admit it, you like my chesticles just as much as I like your chesticles. Don't think those pictures of your cleavage went unnoticed.
BlazeGenie: ~eyeroll~ So you are a pervert. Congratulations, you had me fooled into thinking you were a nice guy. I guess that explains why none of your pictures show your face. You don't want anyone matching your ugly face to your ugly personality.
BoxPup: In my defense, I told you I was a bridge troll. ;-)
I glance down at the time. My break is up. I sign out of the dating website, wondering what amusingly harsh words Ember Washington might grace me with when I get home tonight.
CHAPTER THREE
EMBER
Men are pigs. This asshat is definite proof.
Why on God's green earth did I allow myself to be fooled into thinking that he might actually be a decent guy? The fact that he didn't show a picture of his face should have been the first clue that he was just out to fuck with people.
I may have acted naive, but if he thinks I'm going to simply disappear without a fight, he's got another thing coming. My only weapons are my words, and I doubt they'll sting this guy at all. Trolls get off to riling up people. If I weren't so heated, I wouldn't bother responding at all. Even though I know this means he'll win, I just can't stand the idea of rolling over and submitting to a jerkface.
Just as I'm about to type a seething response, he goes offline. How convenient. Running away, probably. I lie to myself and say that's why he logged off. Most likely, he's bored or at work.
I irritably tap my desk, staring at the
“ Sometimes, throwing out some low-quality grain with the chaff isn't that big of a deal.”
“ We can agree to disagree on that. Thank you for your time. I'll call again if I have more questions.”
“ So you're going to fire her?”
“ That's no longer any of your business.”
He huffs. “I suppose it's not.”
“ Good day to you, Mister Montanez.”
“ Likewise.”
I hang up the phone and lean back in my chair, staring at Ember's name. Freddie made it sound like they were awfully close. If they weren't, he probably just wanted to keep her around for eye candy. I've seen guys do it before. Men who care more about getting their rocks off to an unobtainable fantasy than the reality of what keeping that employee is doing to the business. It's easy to be blinded by a pretty face sometimes. I suppose I can't blame Freddie for wanting to keep Ember. He's not going to be in the office anymore, though, and neither am I. It's time for the company to start making money again, and for that to happen, I need to eliminate the bad seeds. Ember is definitely a bad seed.
It's not until my last break of the day that I remember my online dating profile. While I know I should wait until I get home to check and see if I got any new messages, I can't fight the urge to log on.
Not surprisingly, there are nearly a dozen new emails. Most of them are from random girls, but a few are responses from girls I emailed yesterday who wouldn't give me the time of day with the puppy pic. The one that stirs my curiosity the most though is a reply from Ember. I click on it to read what she sent me.
BlazeGenie: When you said that the only reason he didn't push you back in was because you were blessed in other areas, I thought you meant something inappropriate.
I smirk as I look at the green button next to her screen name that indicates she's online. Quickly, I check the HR software to see when her hours are. The little minx is at work, probably logged onto the app. Shame on her. Wracking up more bad employee points.
BoxPup: Pervert! What's wrong with you, woman?
BlazeGenie: Pervert? Me? Says the guy who is posting pictures of his chesticles everywhere. What happened to the dog? Did your remorse run dry, or was that story bullshit, because I'm starting to get the feeling that it was?
Chesticles? I snort. This woman is hilarious.
BoxPup: Admit it, you like my chesticles just as much as I like your chesticles. Don't think those pictures of your cleavage went unnoticed.
BlazeGenie: ~eyeroll~ So you are a pervert. Congratulations, you had me fooled into thinking you were a nice guy. I guess that explains why none of your pictures show your face. You don't want anyone matching your ugly face to your ugly personality.
BoxPup: In my defense, I told you I was a bridge troll. ;-)
I glance down at the time. My break is up. I sign out of the dating website, wondering what amusingly harsh words Ember Washington might grace me with when I get home tonight.
CHAPTER THREE
EMBER
Men are pigs. This asshat is definite proof.
Why on God's green earth did I allow myself to be fooled into thinking that he might actually be a decent guy? The fact that he didn't show a picture of his face should have been the first clue that he was just out to fuck with people.
I may have acted naive, but if he thinks I'm going to simply disappear without a fight, he's got another thing coming. My only weapons are my words, and I doubt they'll sting this guy at all. Trolls get off to riling up people. If I weren't so heated, I wouldn't bother responding at all. Even though I know this means he'll win, I just can't stand the idea of rolling over and submitting to a jerkface.
Just as I'm about to type a seething response, he goes offline. How convenient. Running away, probably. I lie to myself and say that's why he logged off. Most likely, he's bored or at work.
I irritably tap my desk, staring at the
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