Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(67)

My heart raced.

“That’s my final decision, she isn’t getting the promotion. I’m not going to be at a loss if she walks out. In fact I’ll be glad to wash my hands of her, I’ll be asking her to leave sooner rather than later anyway.”

I felt my heart drop out of my chest. Staggering back, I knocked into my desk, spinning around and placing my cup on the surface. I wasn’t sticking around.

Throwing my belongings into my bag, including the photo frames of me and Connie and my parents. Grabbing my coat, scarf and hat, I threw them over my arm. Rushing past the turnstiles, I yanked my lanyard off and slapped it down on the front desk.

I didn’t stop when the receptionist called me name, I held my hand up and flipped her off before pushing through the rotating doors into the soft snow blizzard. I was freezing, but I didn’t want to stop. The cold air burned my lungs, my eyes streamed with hot tears, but I continued walking through the snow. I needed the air; I needed the time to think.

I just wanted to go home.



I sat on my sofa in my comfort clothes of leggings and an oversized jumper as I sipped on a proper cup of tea. What the fuck had just happened.

She was going to let me go? After getting her Lordes’ biggest fucking signing to date she couldn’t follow through on her word.

To say I was pissed off was an understatement. Snatching my phone from beside me I tapped on Connie’s name.

Me: Guess who walked out of her job today. That fucking woman is an ogre.





The three dots popped up to show me she was replying

Connie: No. Fucking. Way. What a dog. What happened??????





I rolled my eyes, I could feel the heat pumping through my blood, the rage consuming me.

Me: I overheard her on the phone, no doubt to your dad, telling him that she wasn’t going to follow through with what she said and that I wouldn’t be getting the promotion. Whoever she was talking to must have asked her why, and she said I played into her hands and got what she wanted. She didn’t care if I walked, she would be glad to wash her hands of me and would be getting rid of me soon anyway.





I tapped my phone screen so hard I was worried I was going to break it.

Connie: That bitch.





I saw the three dots appear as she began typing again.

Connie: Want me to speak to my dad?





I shook my head as if she was here as I typed out my response.

Me: No, no no!!! No speaking to your dad. It’s done. I’ll sort something out. Shit, this close to Christmas. Fuck it. Maybe I shouldn’t have walked out.





I sent the message before dropping the phone into my lap. What had I done? My phone began ringing, making me smile when I saw Connie’s name.

“Hello?” I asked a little apprehensive.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice low.

“Yeah, why are you talking so quietly?” I asked.

“I’m at work, shouldn’t be on my phone… I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“I am fine, just annoyed but more annoyed at myself for walking out without saying anything.” I rolled my eyes to the empty room.

“Then go back over there and give her a piece of your mind,” I heard Connie snigger. “If I wasn’t at work, I would totally be there with you.”

“I know you would.”

“Do you really think she was on the phone to my dad.”

I shrugged as if Connie could see me, “I just assumed.”

“I couldn’t see him being okay with that.”

“Well, people surprise you when it comes to business and money.” I felt the agitation brewing, “I am just annoyed that I worked so hard to get Harlen on board and now I’ve been disregarded.”

“I know hun, it’s a real low thing to do,” I heard Connie sigh, “look, I’ve got to go. I could possibly get you some shifts if you want some… just let me know.”

“Thank you,” I whispered before cutting the phone off.

I didn’t want Connie getting in trouble, that’s all we needed, two of us out of a job.

I sat festering, playing the scenario over in my head. I should have said something, instead I have just slipped out like a coward. I loved my job, I loved doing what I done, I just didn’t enjoy working for her.

Pushing off the sofa, I began to pace.

I swear, if she was on the phone to Killian and that twat hadn’t called me or messaged… that’s when I realised I had him blocked still. Fumbling with my phone, I unlocked it and found Killian’s name, unblocking him. I gave it ten minutes, a few missed call notifications, and messages but nothing in the last week. What an arsehole. Did he know about this? Did he know I was going to be asked to leave?

Launching my phone onto the sofa, I walked for the door. Grabbing my scarf and coat on my way out, I wrapped myself up before slamming the door.

I was more than angry, I was raging. How dare he not even have the decency to give me the heads up.

Connie told me where he worked, it was close to my office. Hailing a cab, I jumped in and gave the driver Killian’s address.

The drive took longer than expected, there were taillights most of the way which gave me even more time to let my anger stew. Throwing the driver his money and not waiting for the change, I opened the door and flew for the main door of his office. Barging through the reception, I didn’t stop when asked where I was going. Pressing the lift button continuously, I watched as it dropped the many floors. Letting out an irritated huff, I stepped into the lift and pressed the top floor. Of course, he would have the top floor. Pretentious prick.