I look at him and my attire.
I'm just going to grab my jacket real quick. I tell him, looking down at my bruised arms.
He just nods, standing in the doorway. I open the bag of clothes and grab my jacket. Sliding it over my arms.
"Alright, let's go," I tell him with a small smile.
He simply nods in agreement. I look around Mr. Greyson's lavish house and stick out like a sore thumb.
We slowly walked into the living room, all the men watching TV and chatting and drinking beer and whiskey.
I make no noise as I stand there awkwardly watching them. Jeremy sits down on the couch. I continue to stand there.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Alex says, looking at me.
My feet were frozen on the ground.
"Mer, come on, we don't bite," Dexter says.
I breathed heavily one time before walking to the intimidating group of men.
I sit on the edge of the couch beside Mr. Greyson. Someone I didn't know their name.
I only know Dexter, Jermery, and Alex. Obviously, I know Mr. Greyson too.
I watch the TV praying nobody talks to me.
I look over at Edison. "I'm going to need my phone back, please. I have to call the bakery and see what time I need to go in to work tomorrow." I tell him.
Jermery was the one to respond.
"You aren't going to work tomorrow." Taking a swig of beer before turning his attention back to the TV.
My face must have flashed in anger.
"Um yes, I am. I have a responsibility." I say, trying to even my tone out.
"Well, then you should be calling in, not asking when you will be going in," Dexter replies.
"I've never called in a day in my life, even when I was in school. I'm not planning on starting now." I say, rolling my eyes.
Mr. Greyson sighs. "Where do you work again?" He asks me.
I stare at him.
"Are you being serious right now?" I ask him annoyed.
"Yes," he says with thin lips.
"So you aren't going to give me my phone back then?" I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Oh, I will give you your phone only if you call in; otherwise, no," Edison says taking a drink of beer. Not even looking at me.
This makes me even more angry.
When Alex laughs.
"Capo, l'hai fatta arrabbiare."
{Boss, you made her mad.}
"Could you not do that?" I say, glaring at him.
"Do what?" He asks me smugly, smirking.
"You are deliberately speaking a language I don't understand to exclude me," I say, glaring at him even harder.
"Fine all, I'll call in," I say to Edison.
I'll just have one of my coworkers pick me up easy enough, I think.
"Alright." Mr. Greyson pulls my phone out of his pocket.
Holding it in his hand.
"You will be calling them here." He tells me, hovering the phone above my hand.
"Are you serious?" I ask him slightly annoyed.
"Unless you were being dishonest, I should be a problem." He tells me, looking at me intently.
"Yeah, Meredith shouldn't be a problem, should it, that is if you were planning on calling in."
Dexter says his tone is serious.
"Fine, I'll just call them here," I say quickly, holding out my hand.
Mr. Greyson sets the phone in my hand.
Anxiety swarms me; my boss is an absolute asshole.
"Thanks," I say softly.
Calling my boss.
I put the phone in my ear.
After a little bit, he answered.
"Meredith, I expected you to call me earlier to request your schedule; you know to call before 6." He scolds.
"Yes, sir, I just had some unexpected personal issues I'm dealing with." I start before getting cut off.
"Meredith, I don't give a fuck about your problems. You call before 6, and I expect to see you at 8 am tomorrow."
"Speaker, Meredith." Mr. Grayson says to me suddenly.
I shake my head, putting my pointer finger up at him.
I sigh, "Josh, if you had let me finish what I was saying earlier, you would know I'm not going to come in this weekend; I'm under the weather. If you want to, I can work a double next weekend to make up for it." I tell him.
"Meredith, I do not care if you're sick or not; you will be in at 8 tomorrow. If I had known you were so stupid, I would've never hired you." He tells me
"Josh," I state before my phone is taken from my hand by Mr. Greyson.
I attempt to reach for it.
Mr. Greyson talks about putting it on speaker.
"Hello, Josh, is it?" He asks
"Who the fuck are you put Meredith back on the phone?" Josh replied coldly.
"I heard how you were talking to her. I wasn't just gonna let that happen sitting right next to her. She won't be in this weekend. She will not be pulling a double just to make you happy next week. Do not talk to her like that again, Josh." Mr. Greyson says.
Taking a drink of his beer.
"If she isn't in tomorrow, she's fired." He says to Mr. Greyson.
"What?" I say reaching to take my phone back.
"Just tell him I'll be there," I say trying to grab my
phone from Mr. Greyson as he moves it from my reach as he talks to Josh.
"Do you know of the showman industry?" Mr. Greyson asked Josh.
"Of course I do. One of the largest companies in the state." Josh replied.
"I'm the owner of that company. I'm guessing it looks really bad for your business if I make it known how you are treating your employees." Mr.Greyson threatens.
"Fine, just tell Meredith I'll see her next Saturday at 8 am," Josh says hanging up.
Mr. Greyson slides my phone back into his jacket.
"Why did you do that?" I ask frustrated.
"Do what stop him from screaming and being rude to you?" Mr. Greyson asks me
YOU ARE READING
Dangerous black ties
RomanceA simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest da...
