Making my way to Evaleen's office I ask her to print out the email I just sent her. While I was interviewing Ms. Drake I wrote up the offer letter and sent it to Ms. Bechmann.
"I need you to give this to Ms. Drake and tell her the interview is over," I explain to Evaleen as I bend over her desk signing the letter.
"Wait. You just left her in there? She doesn't even know it's over?"
Ms. Bechmann snatches the paper away from me and puts it in an envelope while glaring at me. We have a mutual dislike of one another. I'm not what you call likable. Most people fear me. If someone can't put forth the effort to do a good job then I really don't want to know them. I'm not about to sugar coat things due to their delicate nature.
Despite my dislike of Evaleen I do respect her. She is a very hard worker and knows what she is doing. With that said, I can see why she doesn't like me at this moment. Leaving someone who is interviewing for the company high and dry is a pretty shitty thing to do. But I don't really want to explain why I did that.
"Yes I left her. No she doesn't know it's over. Just give her the damn envelope Bechmann!"
I shuffle out of her office and straight into the bathroom to help my dick relieve the tension. It may be highly improper to bash the bishop at work, but I'm just not going to be able to concentrate until I do.
Chapter 8
Payne's Rule Two: Don't do anything that might negatively affect the company
ONE MONTH LATER
"Here's the thing. Ugh, I can't believe I am even telling you this, but I feel you won't judge me and I need that right now."
I stare blankly at the worn stuffed unicorn sitting on the office desk.
"I want to fuck her. No, no that came out all wrong. I want to...fuck her, like shove my dick up in it and watch her eyes roll back from my awesomeness. There I said it. Whew, it does feel good to get things off my chest. Perhaps I should get a therapist."
Leaning back in the uncomfortable lightly padded black leather and steel chair I glance back at the clock wondering where the doctor or, for that matter, Tiffany is.
Looking back at the shabby plush toy I shake my head.
"I know. I know I really shouldn't have fingered her… twice. Technically not much happened the first time as I passed out. But, God I can't help it, have you seen Morgana? She's like a real live Jessica Rabbit. What man wouldn't want to hit that?"
I get up and pace the room that reeks of sterilizing chemicals and popcorn.
"Jesus, what is wrong with me? First I get drunk at the holiday party and make a move on her, and then I follow it up a few weeks later on her desk. I'm a monster!"
Glancing at the unicorn I can sense its pity for me.
"Look what I've become. One woman and I lose control. See, this is why I don't date. Women are nothing but trouble. That may sound a bit old fashioned, but in my experience it's true. I don't mind having a regular friendship with them, like what I have with Tiffany, but anything more and everything falls apart. I've worked too damn hard for this job; I'm not going to jeopardize it over her luscious ass. It really is spectacular. You should see it when she's wearing..."
I grab the helpless toy and bring it to my face.
"Grrr! I'm doing it again. Please help me." I squeeze the unicorn tightly in my hands just as the sound of the door opens. Quickly I put down the stuffed animal and take a seat as if I wasn't just talking to a unicorn posing as a therapist.
"Ah, Mr. Payne there you are. I was discussing David's progress with Ms. Blackburn in David's hospital room."
They both come inside and the doctor sits at his desk as Tiffany and I sit across the desk from him. I reach over and entwine my fingers into hers. She gives me a sad smile. Shit, this isn't good.
"So, will he wake up? You only specified a slight chance of him not waking after surgery. I don't understand what’s wrong?"
I’m pissed. He is supposedly the best neurosurgeon in the world; now Tiffany's son won't wake from the surgery he had a few days ago. The surgery that would help improve verbal and physical function in his body. Maybe help the eleven year old boy walk for the first time. This is now all for nothing as he may be in a coma for the rest of his life.
"There’s always a risk Mr. Payne. I know things seem bleak right now, but the brain is an amazing organ. It does what it needs to heal, sometimes better than any doctor can ever do. There is no doubt in my mind that David will wake from the coma. It may take days or weeks, maybe even months, but when he does I believe he will surprise all of us at how quickly things progress. I felt proud of the surgery I performed, and so I can honestly say it was a success, but his brain needs to heal and that is what it is doing. Just give it time."