Nothing happened that day, or the next. Today was the second Friday in November, with about two weeks until Thanksgiving. Violet was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate. Not only did she have family drama to deal with at home, Chet was surfing the web while making ooh and aahh sounds in his cubicle. He also talked to the kids every day, with more than one phone call in the past few days. She was still stuck on some rhymes, but that infernal racket next door was more than irritating.
Chet turned on his radio with rap music. That was the last straw. Violet grabbed the phone and called Betty.
"Human Resources, Betty speaking."
"Who?" Betty yelled. "Could you turn down the music? It's so loud."
"I'll be right over." Violet hung up the phone and practically ran over to Betty's office, glancing at the naked people having sex on Chet's monitor along the way. Disgusting. She was surprised no one else turned him in.
As soon as she got to the room, Violet banged on Betty's door.
Violet opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it behind her, leaning against the door. "This is ridiculous."
"What is?" Betty motioned toward the chair.
Violet sat down. "That was me on the phone. Chet's playing rap music now. I can't get anything done."
"That was your call? I could barely hear you. I can have you moved right now, if you want."
"No, I want him to stop. He's now watching naked people having sex on his computer. Can't someone fire him?"
"My guy's on it, but he was wrapped up in another case. He said he'd deal with Chet today, but it'll be sly." Betty stood up. "I'll handle Chet right now. Go back to your seat and act like you don't know anything."
"Thank you." Violet stood up and left the room. She could hear the music blasting the whole way to Betty's office. She headed for her cubicle, passing Chet on the way. He was now standing up, with a pen in his hand, playing like he was singing the rap music.
Violet sat down and tried to work, writing down her thoughts. 'Liver is good for people your age…because without it, you could…' and she drew a blank. Who would ever buy a card about liver?
She deleted that and hid her head in her hands.
"Chet!" It was Betty's voice. Violet looked up a bit, able to see Betty's and Chet's heads staring at each other over the wall. "What are you doing, air-rapping? This is a business, not a talent show."
Titters of laughter came from the surrounding cubicles.
"I'm doing research," Chet said. "I'm trying to come up with a jingle for an ad to sell these cards."
That was a new one. Violet suppressed a grin and stared at her computer monitor.
"What about the porn on your monitor?" Betty asked.
"I'm hunting for actresses for that same ad." He stepped closer to his monitor and pointed. "See this lady? She'd be perfect. She could wear a giant greeting card and rap about how it felt so good."
Unbelievable. Using G-rated greeting cards in semi-porn situations. It was novel, to say the least.
"No," Betty said. "You're disturbing those around you, and me, from way over in Human Resources. Turn off the music and the porn, which is against company policy. This is a respectable business." She stepped away and everyone in the nearby area began to clap. Chet sighed and sat down again, turning off the music, at least. Violet couldn't tell if he turned off the porn, nor did she care.
Within minutes of getting back to work, Chet's phone rang. He put it on speaker, of course.
"Chet, what's going on over there?" It was a woman. "Speak to me. We need more sales figures and fresh ideas."
"Well, Daphne, I was working on an idea but the H.R. lady shut me down. So I have to be more creative or quieter in how I work."
"We have a new team member to help you out," Daphne said. "His name's John. He's well-respected in sales and used to work on the tech team here." Silence for a moment. "John, introduce yourself."
"Hello, Chet. This is John. I'm originally from San Antonio, but moved up to Nebraska for this job. Right now, I'm workin' on the photography angle of things."
Violet lifted her head. That voice was golden. She could listen to him all day long, because he was smooth and seemed to demand respect. She wanted to tape the guy's voice, just to play it over and over again.
"What was your idea that got shot down?" John asked.
"A female dancer wearing a giant greeting card while rapping. The card felt so good, she had to sing about it."
John laughed and Violet nearly melted. Even his laughter was hot. She really wanted to see what sort of man was attached to that voice, but knew he couldn't be nearly as gorgeous as his tone.
Now she couldn't work because she kept hearing that male voice, making her weak in the knees. She was in bad shape.