Monday, November 18, 2013

'The Greeting Card Princess' by Markee Anderson (Chapter 8)




Chapter 8:



Violet sat with her dogs on the couch, trying not to cry. While Dave took care of the dogs, she'd changed into jeans and a t-shirt.

"Want something to drink?" Dave asked, as he opened the refrigerator.

She shook her head. "No, thanks, but get yourself something." She wiped her eyes.

He entered the living room and sat down beside her, handing her a soda and box of tissues. "Drink that can anyway. What happened?"

"You don't have to counsel me with your psychologist's hat on."

He laughed. "I'm not. I have enough of that at the office. Now tell me what happened? John's a nice guy."

"No, he's not." She grabbed a tissue and wiped her eyes. "He's a liar. His name's not even John, but it's Jake. Uncle Gene knows him and his dad. Jake is the owner of our company and I didn't even know it."

"Sounds like he didn't want you to know it, if he used a different name. Did he even give you his last name?"

"Nope." She opened the soda and took a sip. "I was so stupid. I should've known. The signs are all there, now. His email wasn't in the same format as the rest of us, he had access to too many parts of the building, and he was good friends with the bosses. I just wonder why he was working in sales. I met him by listening to his voice over speakerphone from the guy next door." Sudden realization hit her. "And I know why, too. It's just too coincidental." She stood up. "You won't believe this one." She started to pace, but stopped and stared at Dave. "Wait. I'm going to have to quit my job. Are you charging me for this?"

He laughed and shook his head. "No way. This is just too good to charge for. So why was it coincidental?" Viking ran into the room and up on the couch to Dave's lap. "Good boy," he said. "Emma would have a fit if you did this in our house. But a house should be lived in and you should feel at home." He looked up at Violet. "Do you feel comfortable with John…I mean Jake?"

"Yeah, but he's a liar."

"Why is that coincidental, then?"

She paced again. "Well, this guy works beside me." She stared at him again. "Confidential, right?"

He nodded.

"Chet works beside me. He puts all his calls on speakerphone, which means everyone in the cubicles can hear him. He's in sales, and his thought was to watch porn while on the phone, to find a dancer to dress in a greeting card outfit and sell. I took his behavior to human resources, because it's not right that he had his calls on speaker and is surfing porn in his cube. He also bribes kids with candy to do his sales, door-to-door."

"Wow. What a weird guy. Did they fire him?"

"Not yet. But I told H.R. and that lady said she'd get someone to take care of it. After that, John or Jake was on the speakerphone call, suddenly put on Chet's team. He was asking for someone with dogs, and I jumped up and volunteered." She sat down. "He just knew too much about me, from my personnel file. I'm pretty sure he's the one the H.R. lady called, too." She buried her head in her hands. "I'm going to be fired now, I'm sure."

"Not if you quit first." He stroked Viking's back as he lay in Dave's lap.

She sighed. "First thing, Monday morning."

Dave's cell phone rang and he looked at the caller identification screen. "Nope. Right now." He pressed the talk button. "Hey, John. Or is it Jake?" He glanced over at Violet. "Yeah, she's with me right now. I'm counseling her on how to quit her job."

She grabbed Dave's arm to make him stop, but he moved the puppy off his lap and stood up.

"Yep," Dave said. "Pretty upset. Tears and all. Why didn't you tell her the truth to begin with? She feels like an idiot."

Violet put her head in her hands. Dave was going to ruin everything.

"Yes, but I'm staying. I can't let my sister-in-law get beaten up by the boss. We're at her place, taking care of the team." He ended the call and sat back down, putting Viking on his lap. The rest of the dogs ran inside attacking Packer, who carried a huge stick. They were all trying to get it from his mouth.

"Go write your resignation," Dave said to Violet. "Print it out. I want to see it. You have ten minutes to get it done."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. You'll be in control because he's in love with you. It's a great way to start a relationship, because you'll call the shots."

"And if I get fired?"

"I'll hire you. I need a new secretary." He chuckled, but Violet wasn't amused. However, she couldn't work at a place like Oakwood Greeting Cards if they lied to the employees.

She went into the small office off the living room and booted up her computer. Once it was ready, she wrote up a short resignation letter, but was at a loss. "Two week notice?" she yelled to Dave.

"No. Immediate. He need to know you mean business."

She sighed. "Okay." She changed some of the words to indicate her professionalism and her anger, and printed it off. As soon as she went into the living room, Dave grabbed the paper. Before she could rethink her decision, the doorbell rang.

"You. Sit," he said. "I'll mediate this." He grinned. "I always wanted to do this. I'm going to get you more money and a better job, too." He ran off and answered the door.

What had she gotten herself into?

Stay tuned!  Chapter 9, Wednesday, November 20!


Copyright Markee Anderson, 2013

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