I looked down at my freshly painted acrylic nails. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. Although I was having a good time. It was time for me to get out with it. I needed to just spit it out. It's a question that's been lingering in my mi...
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"You have got to be kidding me!" I spat angrily as I looked over the payroll documents. I was almost in disbelief. This had to be a joke.
I powered on the computer because there was no way this man messed up the paperwork to this extent. At my old job, you would have gotten fired for less.
I glared at my computer screen at the massive amount of mistakes. Everything was wrong. The numbers were wrong. The dates were messed up.
Was he even trying?
Tommy completely messed everything up.
I looked at the time, and it was almost 5 pm when everyone would pack up and leave for the day. I stood up from my seat and quickly paced down the hall in the direction of Tommy's office. I knocked on his door before I let myself in.
He was in the middle of a disgusting personal phone call.
"You should have seen her pussy Matt, it was like a waterfall." He said with a large grin on his face.
Ew!
Tommy looked up to see I was standing in the doorway. He gave me a sly smile and stood up. "It looks like I have to go. I'll call you back." He said before ending his phone call.
I can tell at some point in time that Tommy may have been attractive, but I think years of drinking and being a shitty human being aged him terribly. He is only thirty years old, and his hairline was already receding, he had a large beer belly, and he had expression lines all over his face.
"Why hello Ms. Rose. What do I have the pleasure of seeing you in my office this beautiful afternoon." He asked as he walked around his desk and strolled over to me.
I felt nauseous at his glare. He was obviously undressing me with his eyes, and it was taking everything out of me to not run out of his office and scream in terror. The nausea I felt churning in me was unnerving.
"You messed up on the payroll," I said attempting to bottle the disgusted emotion I have towards this sleazeball.
Tommy's face fell, and he scrunched up his face in disappointment. I read right through the pretentious arrogance on his face. It was as if he thought I came into his office for something else. He must have lost his fucking mind.
White boy PLEASE!
"I'm busy, I'll get to it later." He said trying to blow me off. "No, no, no! It has to get done. The payroll has to be turned in by midnight tonight." I said putting on the most assertive tone I have.
"That's a crock of shit. I've worked with Barron for a while now. Trust me, I know what I am doing. It doesn't have to be turned in at a specific time. I do it all the time." He snickered as if he didn't have a care in the world.
I rolled my eyes. For the most part, everyone here does their job, and they do their job well. The only person that I tend to always have an issue with is Tommy and his lackluster work ethic.
