“I’ve come to tender my resignation,” she said, all cool and calm and collected. She dropped the letter on his desk and watched his face as she continued speaking.
“You can take your bloody job and stuff it up your arse,” she said with precise diction.
His eyes widened and he stared at her, speechless.
“You can just shove it up there and twist it until it bleeds.”
He spluttered. “You – you can’t – I can give you a raise! Double your salary!”
“No,” she said. “You could throw yourself out of the window, drag yourself through the glass, eat it all and beg for me to come back, and I would still say no.”
He begged. He pleaded. He promised her whatever she wanted, even shares in the company, and she just smiled, turned upon her heel and left.
“Miss Hetherstall! Stop daydreaming, the Amerrit report is due by close today!”
She sighed and reached for the papers in her intray. That vision of her boss desparately begging for her to stay would probably sustain her long enough to get through the pivot tables and graphs and charts. It was more entertaining than any kinky daydream, at any rate.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: Three Word Wednesday this week gives us the words Bloody Kinky and Tender.)
I wish I could Like this story a few times over. Unfortunately, the WordPress gods decree that once is enough. D:
You got to the point quite quickly, with no wasted words or scenes. Not easily done.
Love it! Mainly because I’ve daydreamed a similar scenario at my job. Love your use of ‘tender’
so many of us have used a day dream like this to sustain us through a job where we feel we are mistreated.Bravo for writing this so accurately.
Such a natural rhythm to your writing and dialogue, Kari! Very good!