Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Connor
O ver the next week, I don’t spend much time in the office, most of my time spent in meetings in other parts of the city and on-site at the community center. I have to cancel on Shane twice more—once because I had dinner with the mayor and I know how much that man can talk, and another time when I was working on the designs for a skyscraper that would be commissioned in the next year. I felt like shit about it, but my work is important. That’s not to say what Shane has to say isn’t. But my priorities have to be with my work, and right now that’s on-site projects and building the business.
I had been so busy that I didn’t even call the escort service this weekend, my mind so full of construction, designs and contracts, which left me on a short fuse all week. When I walk in on Friday and see Shane’s mother at his computer, I snap. “Ma’am, I asked Shane to tell you we have Wi-Fi. When you want to visit your son, bring your own laptop. He has work to do on his computer.”
Before she can reply, I storm into my office, slamming my messenger bag down and rubbing at my temples. Booting up my computer, I scroll through my emails, something I haven’t checked in the past week. I relied on Shane to keep me up-to-date on anything urgent and let the other messages wait in my inbox. An email from Shane, marked Important, catches my eye. The date was ten days ago, the day we were supposed to have our first meeting that I canceled.
Curious, I open the email and feel a ball of tension sink into my gut and my jaw clenches with fury.
To: Connor Greene [email protected]
From: Shane Mitchell [email protected]
Good afternoon sir,
I’m not sure when you’ll have time to read this correspondence, but I know how busy you are. We had a meeting set for today, but you had to cancel. I don’t think I will have another opportunity, since I make your schedule and know when you can meet with me.
I regret to inform you that this is my official two weeks’ notice. I know it’s less than two weeks, and I apologize for that, but I will start grad school soon. Since most of my days will be spent in class, I will be unavailable to work for you full time. I had to find a new job that allows me to work part time so I can earn a living while going to school. I have taken the liberty of training my replacement. Her name is Olga, and she is very good at her job. She’s been a personal assistant before and has fifteen years’ experience. Her references are below.
Please forgive me for doing this. I appreciate all you’ve done for me, and it has been a great pleasure to work with you.
All the best,
Shane
I reread the email and get even more angry. Where does he get off, basically hiring someone without my knowledge? Granted, that’s HR’s job and I know they’re the ones that hired her, but this is my company! Someone should have told me!
Scrolling through the rest of my emails, I feel my face heat with shame when I see the numerous emails from HR, telling me I had a new hire, and she will be starting the onboarding process.
Fuck! Shane is gone? Why would he leave without telling me? Well, that’s a dumb fucking question. He tried to tell me. Not hard enough apparently. It’s unfair to put the blame on him, but I have a business to run. One that I started from the ground up, and I don’t have time to be at anyone’s beck and call.
Jabbing at the phone on my desk, I growl, “I need you in my office, now!” It’s not fair to take things out on Olga, as she did nothing wrong, but the object of my frustration isn’t here. Yet.
She walks into my office like she doesn’t have a care in the world, so unlike Shane. He would be scurrying over to me, eager to hear what I had to say and what tasks I needed him to complete. I find I do not like Olga and her carefree attitude.
“Get Shane on the phone and set up a meeting for tonight. I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing or what he says. He will see me. Do you understand?”
Olga raises an eyebrow at me, and I raise mine in return. She’s my assistant. I don’t need to be polite for her to get the job done. Scoffing, she leaves my office, presumably to do what I ask. I turn back to my computer, frustration rolling off me in waves. The rest of my morning is spent checking and replying to overdue emails, trying to keep my mind off the fact that Shane up and left me.
After a few hours, I see an alert on my calendar that Shane’s meeting is set for five that evening. Good. Since it’s Friday, the office will be a ghost town at that hour, with everyone else leaving at around four. I also get an alert from Olga that she’s putting in her notice.
What the fuck? Why is everyone quitting on me? I walk out of the office to find that she’s already gone, with an envelope on the desk addressed to me. “Fucking fuck!” I scoop the letter up and toss it to the end of my desk. It’s my fault she left. I shouldn’t have snapped at her like that. I’ll have to reach out and apologize, even though I don’t want her to work for me. This is Shane’s job!
This day is going so fucking wrong. Pulling out my phone, I pull up the contact for the escort service and set up an appointment for tomorrow. There’s no way I can function without someone sucking the come out of my dick, whether he pretends to be a boy or not.