"What don't you understand, your fired." He said it so calm as if it didn't affect anyone.
"Mr. Fowler I understand that I'm fired, what I don't understand is why I'm being fired." The look on my face was very distinct, I needed an answer and I was going to get an answer before I leave this place.
Mr. Fowler shook his head,"you didn't get the notice,did you." He went to a filing cabinet and pulled out a folder with big bolded letters that say complaints.
When I saw the word I automatically went to think about the people who wanted me gone or had a thing against me. I couldn't think of anyone until he started to read the complaints.
He slips out six pieces of paper and begins to read off of them. "January 15, 2014 Mr. Harris filed a complaint that you had gotten drunk on the job and tried to sexually harassed him." He picks up another page from the stack. "March 25, 2014 Mr. Harris filed a complaint that you tried to get him drunk so you could, again, sexually harass him."He shakes his head and pulled another one out.
"May 17, 2014 Mr. Harris filed a complaint that you put a date rape drug in his coffee to, once again, sexually harass him." Mr. fowler looks up at me, "would you like me to continue Ms. Claiborne." He waved three more papers in the air.
My mind was running wild, why would he do this, what was the meaning for this, is this some kind of joke. I kept telling myself not to go crazy. "Mr. fowler you can't believe this, you know I don't drink on the job, I rarely drink at all. Also if I did do this shouldn't I have gotten a warning."
Mr. fowler stood up and walked around to sit on his desk."Your right Ms. Claiborne, and you should've came to me when this was filed so we could talk about your outlandish actions but, you didn't and now is to late."
My mouth went dry. I couldn't wrap my mind around what is happening right now. I didn't understand why he would want to do this, then it dawned on me.
"Mr. fowler did he happen to ever get any witnesses for this." Mr. fowler looked at the papers then shook his head."No, he said it was just you and him when these occurred."
I stood up straight and tall so he could tell that I was serious for what I was about to say."Mr. fowler I believe that Mr. Harris did this because I wouldn't agree to something with him."
I didn't want to sound as if I was making up a lie, if I had told Mr. fowler what the something was.
"Ms. Claiborne I feel that you shouldn't be fi-"
"Then keep me Mr. Fowler," I cut him off before he could finish.
"I can't do that, the guidelines specifically say that you must be handed that pink slip when you have a certain amount of complaints."
I held my tongue so I wouldn't lash out. "Mr. fowler please I need this job, is there anything I can do to get it back."
He rubbed the nape of his neck,"there is one thing you can do ms. Claiborne." He clears his throat,"You could do me a little favor."
"And, what might that be mr. fowler?" He opens his mouth to speak but, nothing comes out. He hesitates with words till he finally says what he wanted to say.
"Well, my wife isn't skilled in the bed room and well I need a substitute for my physical needs."
I hold my hand up to stop him. "So basically you want me to be your little whore for you cause your wife isn't good at sex. Who do you think I am?"
Mr.fowler shrugs "A beautiful women who wants her job back because of some man who made false complaints about her." A sly grin appeared on his face.
"So you knew that mr. Harris was making these fake complaints, this whole entire time?" Confusion and anger rushed through me.
"Yes, I knew it this whole entire time. To be honest I was paid to let you go but, this can all go away with you just simply helping out in my house," he smiles.
"Helping you around the house I'm not the women who sleeps her way into getting a job, mr. fowler. I'll be damn that's not me and if you think I'll be your personal whore well your wrong." I grabbed my purse and folder and began to walk out the room then stopped.
"I'll be back for my last check tomorrow." I slammed the door and walked out the bank.
The big question popped into my head once I realized what was really going on.What am I going to do?
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