Getting Lucky

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I'd been dealing with shit and screw-ups. My office was a sanctua

ong the sidewalk, blending in and becoming anonymous. It allowed me to breath and regr

e man would probably come back to the office to check on a f

s I would have for my walk before my next round of meetings this afte

s why you should keep me on. My mistakes aren't that bad in comparison to my bil

r he would have ended up mentoring wouldn't have lasted long either. They would

eally. "That's not good enough. You're fired, John. You have two hours to pack your shit and get out of the

ment of stunned silence. It was clear he hadn't b

to take responsibility for it. If you don't plan on making yourself better, we can't help you here. In order to make yourself

add. But that would be juvenile, and as much as I wanted to act half my

ing out of my office, a string of muttered curses ringing out behind him. I didn't give a shit abo

d now, I needed to let my dad know I'd taken care of the problem. He liked to have his finger on

every flat surface. Our clients never came back here to the offices and the bull

side of the building from mine. It took up the corner and several hundred square feet around

o lower myself into one of the two leather chairs across the desk fr

u want to talk about, you shouldn't b

been about to sit in and put my hands on its backrest.

meanor shifting to severely irritat

gentle man. Even as a child, he never mollycoddled me. He was all busin

er still. I'd inherited my eyes from him, but I got Mom's blonde hair, whereas Dad's was almost jet blac

ugh to cut glass, but I held my own against him. "He was a liability, and he has been for months. He fuck

out of him. "I'm also aware that he was a liability. What I meant was why t

much more damage he could have caused in a week? It'

of Honeyball's work on top of your own." There was

like I couldn't do John's work on top of my own. I would get it done and do it