Page 42 of Playing with the Boss

I lock eyes with Tony. “I want this agreement in writing including the details of how the reprimand came about.”

“Mason.”

“I’m sorry, Pete. But if you want to tarnish my otherwise spotless employment record, I want to make sure that it’s based off more than hearsay.”

Pete sighs. Alf leans forward, seemingly curious about what the answer will be.

“I’ll have a document prepared for you within twenty-four hours. Until then, you may resume duties as usual.”

“With all due respect, I think it might be better if I remain on leave until this is officially resolved.” Like fuck, I’m going to make it look as though I pre-emptively agree by coming back to work.

They can put it in writing how goddamn petty this is.

“Will that be all?” Tony snaps. The asshole is clearly unimpressed with the result.

Good. Fucker.

“We’re done for today.” A click, followed by the light on the phone switching to red, signals Pete’s departure from the meeting.

I rise from the seat, doing all I can not to thrust my chest out and strut from the room. They honestly thought I’d go down that easy.

Idiots.

If they want to know how dedicated I am in pursuit of what I want, all they have to do is ask Lisa.

Lisa.

Looks as though I’m not done here today, after all.