Jackass Boss [COMPLETED]

Damn, it's huge

God, what have I done? He's going to terminate me for sure...

"Everyone, back to work," Holden ordered firmly. He's the head of the guards—45, ex-military, and built like a fridge with attitude. Leah once told me he was in the army. Honestly, not hard to believe.

"You were supposed to call me first," he scolded, shaking his head like a disappointed uncle.

"It's too late now..." I sighed, feeling the weight of guilt sink in.

He didn't argue. I mean, what was there to say? The damage was done.

"Go back for now. He'll talk to you later," he muttered before walking away, probably to start digging my professional grave.

"Well, how was my little trick?" Andrew stood there like a smug little gremlin. "That's what you get for hurting my brother, bitch," he sneered.

"Serves you right!" Finlay added, sticking his tongue out with Olympic-level mockery.

I didn't bother replying. What's the point? Their main goal in life seemed to be making mine miserable. And congratulations to them—mission accomplished.

By 8 a.m., I dragged my sorry self to the kitchen and—hallelujah!—Leah was back. Like a lifeline tossed into stormy seas. I spilled everything to her without pause, hoping she'd at least understand it wasn't my fault.

"I don't know what to say, Jessy... They're a handful. But I don't think Mr. Erickson will forgive you," she said, and I felt like a popped balloon. "But don't worry, okay? I'll talk to him."

I nodded numbly.

Mr. Erickson showed up at the dining table around 9 a.m., eyes glued to his tablet like it held the secrets of the universe. Thankfully, he looked fine. No head injuries. Still handsome. Still terrifying.

And shockingly, the kids came down without a wake-up call. That was a sign of the apocalypse if I ever saw one.

Leah nudged me to bring the bowls, so I obeyed like the tragic heroine I was. I stood back while she served breakfast.

Oddly enough, Mr. Erickson didn't even glance at Andrew or Finlay. He ate, scrolled through his tab, and completely ignored their existence.

"Mrs. Copeland," he said suddenly.

I bowed my head automatically like I was about to be knighted.

"Y-Yes, sir?" Leah answered.

"We need to restock groceries. The fridge and shelves are practically empty."

"Yes, sir. I'll handle it right away."

"Good."

"That's all you want to say?" Andrew suddenly piped up.

Whoa. A miracle. He speaks!

"What else do you want me to say?" Mr. Erickson replied, still casually eating.

"Speaking of which," he added, leaning back in his chair, eyes icy cold. "Your principal called. Skipping school for a week? What are you, allergic to education? Think money grows on trees?"

"Fine, I'll go to school! Just fire her!" Andrew pointed at me like I'd committed treason. "She hit me, embarrassed me in front of everyone, and you still keep her here?!"

Damn that little demon spawn...

"Not enough reason to fire her... yet," Mr. Erickson replied with a smug curve of his lips. "And since you're so eager to get rid of her, I've decided—she's staying."

Andrew shoved his plate away. "You think just because you fund us, we have to listen to you? She hurt my brother, and I won't let that slide!"

"Says the guy who went to juvie for assaulting a girl," Mr. Erickson shot back.