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RICHARD
I BENT OVER THE TABLE, the din of the busy restaurant fading into the
background as I struggled to contain my anger. Repressing the urge to yell, I
kept my voice low, fury dripping from the words. “What did you say? I’m
sure I didn’t hear you correctly.”
David relaxed back in his chair, not at all concerned by my ire. “I said,
Tyler is being promoted to partner.”
My hand tightened around my glass so hard, I was surprised it didn’t
shatter. “That was supposed to be my promotion.”
He shrugged. “Things changed.”
“I worked my ass off. I brought in over nine million. You told me if I
surpassed last year, I’d be made partner.”
He waved his hand. “And Tyler brought in twelve million.”
I slammed my hand on the table, not giving a shit if it drew attention to
us. “That’s because the bastard went behind my back and stole the client. The
campaign idea was mine. He fucking ripped me off!”
“Your word against his, Richard.”
“Bullshit. This is all bullshit.”
“The decision is made, and the offer has been extended. Put in the effort,
and maybe next year will be your year.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it. You’ll get a generous bonus.”
A bonus.
I didn’t want another fucking bonus. I wanted that promotion. It should
have been mine.
I stood up so fast my chair toppled back, hitting the floor with a loud
thud. I drew myself up to my full 6’4” height and scowled down at him.
Given the fact that David didn’t break the 5’8” mark, sitting, he looked rather
small.
David raised his eyebrow. “Careful, Richard. Remember, at Anderson
Inc., we’re all about teamwork. You’re still part of the team—an important
one.”
I regarded him steadily, tamping down the desire to tell him to go fuck
himself. “The team. Right.”
Shaking my head, I walked away.
I strode into my office, slamming the door behind me. My assistant looked
up, startled, a half-eaten sandwich in her hand.
“What did I fucking tell you about eating at your desk?” I snapped.
She scrambled to her feet. “Y–you were out,” she stuttered. “I was
working on your expenses. I thought . . .”
“Well, whatever you thought was fucking wrong.” Reaching across her
desk, I plucked the offending sandwich from her hand, grimacing at the
concoction. “Peanut butter and jam? Is that the best you can do on what they
pay you?” I cursed as the jam dripped on the edge of my jacket.
“Goddamnit!”
Her already pale face blanched further as she looked at the red smear on
my gray suit. “Mr. VanRyan, I’m so sorry. I’ll take it to the cleaners right
away.”
“Damn right you will. Get me a sandwich while you’re out.”
She blinked. “I–I thought you went to lunch?”
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