EPILOGUE
SAVANNAH
Next Christmas
Manhattan, New York
Garrett West AND Savannah Effin Grey-West
Heather20: So, what do you get when your psychopathic CEO and his batshit crazy CFO decide to get married? Asking for a frustrated friend.
JerryMkting: I can’t believe we have to deal with BOTH of them at this level. So much for thinking that if they fucked they would chill out.
Heather20: @JerryMkting Do they fuck? Or do they get orgasms from the work? I’m really starting to believe it’s the latter.
Russ76: The soon to be “Mrs. West” just came into my office and gave me a compliment on my work. Should I tell her that her panties are tucked into her skirt/there are red marks all over her neck? Like, maybe for old times’ sake when she was one of us?
Dale741: Nah.
Heather20: Hell no.
JerryMkting: Let Lady Satan get exactly what she deserves…
“So, you’re telling me that we’re never supposed to respond to these?” My blood boils as I read over the newest boss-snark thread, one year later. “They’re being ridiculously mean today.”
“So?” Garrett laughs and takes the tablet from my hands. “How do you think I felt when I saw you talking shit about me?”
“Back when I thought you were Satan, I imagine that you were thrilled.”
“No,” he says, pulling me into his lap. “I was quite hurt, actually. I thought, how could this woman hate me so much when she’s literally the same as me when it comes to work?”
“I’ve never been anything like you.”
“So why do they hate you more than me now?” He smiles. “Have you decided to give them a break on this year’s office party since you’re in charge of it now?”
“Hell no,” I say. “It’s one hundred percent mandatory, and we’re doing everything on the list.”
THE END, again