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I sighed, looking at Kurt for support, but he shrugged. I mean, Bobby was now officially our boss. He had the right and authority to tell us what to do, no matter how much we hated to confess it. I threw my bag on Kurt's office chair and followed him into Bobby's office, which used to be Jack's before he died. I was so unhappy now, I just wanted to not be at this stupid company working for the maniac sitting in front of me. The economy was so terrible now, and my rent was already a month or so late. Quitting was not an option.
"What?" Kurt asked, Bobby staring out the window so that the giant leather desk chair had it's back facing us. He swirled around, acting childish and irresponsible, which was usual Bobby behavior. He gave a leer at both of us. He stood up, and pointed to me, "Monika, sit."
"I'm not your dog, Bobby." I grumbled as I obidently sat across from him, pushing a blond strand of hair behind my ear. Kurt stood beside me.
"Good girl." He retorted, flashing me a bantering, smug smile. He resided back on his leather chair, and straightened out his tie. I eyed him, and almost burst out laughing at his dim-wit name tag on his desk, which originally read 'Jack Pelitt', but had a piece of pale masking tape across 'Jack' on the metal name plate and scribbled in with blue magic marker 'Bobby'.
On his desk were millions of papers, a few things he'd taken down from the walls from his dad such as certificates and degrees, and a small mirror used to dice up his cocaine and his straw to snort it. I rolled my eyes when I saw it.
I never imagined him being my boss, ever. I mean, he didn't work. He partied, snorted cocaine in the bathroom, and got drunk at the office parties (which he groped me at, awkwardly). He was a lazy, dirty playboy who wanted the company's money, cars, cocaine, and to hire hookers. It didn't take a genius to know that. Not only was he my boss now, but I had to cater to his every need. Make appointments, make calls, get him stuff, and respond to everything he asked of me.
"I've been looking through the books, and I guess that you're my new personal assistant, given that my dad's now in the ground." Bobby grinned at me egotisically, his cockiness in his posture as he sat lazily in his leather office chair, "And so, just for some insight on your new position as my bitch, you're going to be pretty fucking busy with me."
"I'm pissing in anticipation." I mumbled, and he gave me that cute little smug smirk again, "I'm happy you're so fucking excited, Monika. Don't get too riled up, you might hurt yourself." He adjusted his tie and tugged on his dark red shirt.
He looked at Kurt, "You're the accountant. So tell me. Why is this company in the crapper?" I felt my face flush as I stared at Bobby, given that he now called me his bitch. "We aren't in the crapper," Kurt said calmly responded, "We're just in recession, but we're still profitable."
"Bullshit." Bobby said icily, sucking in breath, "Look, I know you and my dad were, ah, pals. Okay? And frankly, I always thought it was a little weird and gay and I never had any clue why he thought you were so fucking special. But that doesn't matter now, because he's in the ground and I'm your boss." He shot me a look to remind me that he was my new boss, too. "And there are going to be some changes around here."
"Can't wait to hear 'em." I muttered sarcastically, earning myself a long dagger look from Bobby.
"First thing's first. Enviortech Waste Mangement. What the fuck's this about? It's costing us a lot of money." He looked at Kurt and I, holding up a sheet of paper and had an impatient leer on his face. I sighed, "Your father choose that company to get rid of the company's toxic waste responsibly. In order to do that, we have to spend more money on it. It's worth it."
"Bolivian said that they'd do it for a third of the price. I'm hiring them." Bobby objected. "No, you can't go to them." Kurt interviened. "Why?" Bobby asked, in a tone that sounded like he asked, 'are you stupid?'.
"Because you're going to endanger thousands of peoples' lives, Bobby. They all live were we would be getting rid of the toxic waste." I cut him off, "Not only would the company get in a horrible amount of trouble, we could possibly kill a ton of people. Me and your dad discussed this before and Bolivian isn't an option. It's too hazardous to residents' health."
"Oh, I don't give a fuck if some local tribesmen gets cancer! Cry me a fuckin' river!" Bobby raised his voice at me, standing up from his chair. I stood up, too. "Monika, get them on the phone and stop fucking caring so much."
"They're a modern society! We can't kill local residents!" Kurt shouted, getting annoyed at Bobby's stubborness.
"C'mon, Bobby. That's life or death. You can't go and spill toxic waste in their water supply! That's insane and cruel." I argued, glaring at him. "You know it is. Spending one or two more thousand dollars is better than endangering adult and children's lives with toxins. Seriously, you can't really think that's the better option?"
"Do I look like I fucking care?" Bobby said, throwing his arms up, clearly showing he didn't care.
"Okay, alright! Look, Bobby. Your dad told me very clearly that he would rather die, than save money and hurt people, okay?" Kurt stepped in, attempting to persuade him. I looked between the two of them, hoping Bobby would actually consider what Kurt and I were attempting to explain. He didn't, of course. "Guess what?" Bobby said, lowering his voice so he was shouting anymore, "It looks like we're right on schedule, right?"
I sighed, shaking my head. "Okay, what else?" Bobby said to himself, looking around at the papers messily strewn across his huge desk, "Oh, yeah. We have to trim some of the fat around here." I gave him a confused look, and Kurt asked, annoyed, "What? What do you mean by 'trim the fat'?"
"What?" I asked him.
"I want you to fire the fat people," He said, looking at me with wide, paranoid brown eyes, his voice clear, rough and crude, "They're lazy, and they're slow. And they make me sad to look at." He pointed to the window of his office, which had the outlook of the entire work space, "You can start with large Marge." He pressed his intercom, "Marge, can you come in here please?"
"Marge isn't fat, Bobby! She's pregnant. You know, women get bigger when they have a baby inside them? When they're expecting? It doesn't mean they're fat." I said sarcastically, as if I was explaining it to a five-year-old. "It happens."
"I'm not firing her." Kurt said simply, looking at Bobby like he was stupid.
"Alright, fine." He shrugged, pressing the intercom and telling Marge to stay where she was. "Then one of you can fire Professor Xavier." Bobby said, walking to the window and peering out at the office. "Who are you talking about?" Kurt asked, confused.
"You're talking about Hank, right?" I asked, arching my eyebrow at him. "Yeah. Fucking creeps me out. Rolling around all day in his special little secret chair. I know he's planning something." Bobby replied, explaining it to me like he was paranoid.
I crossed my arms, "I'm not going fire anyone."
"You're not going to fire anyone?" Bobby asked me, getting irritated.
"No. There isn't any reason to, Bobby. Everyone's doing their work. The company needs workers, and your dad wasn't planning on firing anyone anytime soon. And neither should you. There's no point. Just because a woman is pregnant and a man is handicapped doesn't mean you fucking fire them. Seriously." I said, getting annoyed.
"Monika, I'm your fucking boss and you're my assistant. You have to do what I tell you. Old Jack isn't your boss anymore, I am. You're my own personal bitch. So fire the fatty or fire the cripple, okay? And I don't know if you're just PMSing or some shit, but stop being so fucking diffucult about it and just do what I tell you to do, alright?"
"Shut up. You know you can't just fire people like that." I hissed back.
The two of us were two inches from each other, in each others' faces, when Kurt cleared his throat to break up the fight that was brewing.
"Y'know, it's like you don't care about this company at all." Kurt said, giving Bobby a sarcastic look of disbelief. Bobby turned his attention to Kurt, giving him a 'are you stupid?' look and getting even more irritated. "No fucking shit I don't care about this company! This is just an ATM to me! You think when I was a kid I dreamed of running a fucking chemical company? No! I'm squeezing every bit of profit from this company."
He looked at me with demanding, authoritive eyes, pointing out the window to the main office space. We were still a few inches apart, and I looked up into his brown, paranoid eyes. "So Monika, either you fire the fatty, or fire the cripple. Or I fire all three of you." He looked at Kurt, "Four of you, actually."
"You aren't serious..." I said, but he cut me off.
"Do the math, sweetheart. One loses the job, or four loses it. It's your choice. And it's my first order for you as my new assistant. So if you don't want it to be your last, I suggest you do as I say, and just make up your mind." Bobby snapped, glaring down at me, but he wore a playful smirk on his face.
Fuck the height difference.
"Oh, and tell Professor Xavier to leave his handicapped parking pass as well." Bobby said, sitting back down in his leather office chair with a satisfied, bantering smile, "I'll use it. I need a better parking spot."
Kurt huffed, annoyed, and left Bobby's office in disbelief. Regrettably for me, I had no office or desk to storm into except for Bobby's. Now his office was my office. I stood, looking at him pleadingly.
"Bobby, I can't fire these people. Me and Kurt are friends with them. I've worked with them since I first got here. You know that. I don't have the guts to fire people in positions like that. Be reasonable." I said pleadingly, pushing a strand of blond hair behind my ear. He sat there smugly, giving me a normal Bobby leer. He huffed, irritated.
"But I have the guts to fire you, Monika. You want me to do that?" He asked, playing with his tie and flash me a teasing, small smile.
"You can't fire me. I can barely afford my rent." I said, feeling myself blush that I was begging for my job and money from Bobby Pelitt, insane lunatic cokehead dipshit playboy. He smirked crookedly, "Then I suggest you do the fucking shit I tell you, right?"
"Yeah." I said quietly.
"So we're clear?" He said, glaring at me.
"Yeah." I repeated quietly.
"Sorry, I didn't really hear you. Are we clear?" Bobby grinned maniacally.
I got up and stood in the doorway. "Yes. Fuck yourself."
"Suck my dick, Monika!" Bobby shouted banteringly, which caused the entire office to look up at us wildly.
"You would want that!" I yelled over my shoulder as I exited his office.
"This sucks. Harkin said he isn't going to promote me! He gave the promotion to himself. To himself! Can you even do that?" Nick was rambling as we sat at our usual seat at our local bar. Dale, Kurt, Nick and I were all beside ourselves with our bosses' behavior. Harkin refused Nick the promotion and totally told him off, Dale was being aggressively sexually harassed by Julia to have sex with her before his wedding to Stacy, and Kurt and I were venting about Bobby's new orders to fire fat and handicapped people, and to pour toxic waste and possibly kill thousands of people.
"Well, Bobby the Prick is going to ruin Pelitt Chemicals. He's just going to fire everybody." Kurt said, sipping on his beer. I nodded in agreement, taking a long sip of my drink, too. I ran a hand down my face exasperadedly.
"Not a good day with the cokehead?" Dale asked, pointing to my watermelon vodka.
"Not really." I sighed, "He threatened to fire me and Kurt if we don't fire everyone. And he's planning to dump the toxic waste in an area with thousands of people. And, he's named me his bitch. He screamed commands at me from across the office all day long today, non-stop. 'Monika get call this person, Monika get me more Jack Daniels, Monika come over here and entertain me, I'm bored.'" I imitated him. "I have to do everything he says or else I'm fired. And I can't afford to lose my job. I really can't. I don't have anywhere else to go. I hate to say it, but without Bobby, I have nothing."
"He treats you like shit," Kurt said, "I don't know why you let that douchebag talk like that to you."
"We've hated each other for three years now, Kurt. I yell at him, he yells at me. I insult him, he insults me. It's just the way we are to each other. We can't help it. He's a natural-born douchebag. I don't know if I can convince him to stay with the safe company to get rid of the toxic waste. He's way too stubborn. All he wants is the money."
I felt my cell phone vibrate and I jumped on the wooden barstool that I was sitting on in surprise. Nick, Dale, and Kurt gave me surprised looks, following my eyes down to my cell phone.
I looked down at my cell phone; 1 New Text Message from Bobby Pelitt.
"You guys have each other's numbers?" Kurt asked, laughing, "That blows."
"I need to, jackass." I sighed, "I'm his assistant. He gave me a spare key to his apartment, too."
"Open it." Nick said.
I clicked "open" on my lime green Virgin Sidekick's screen and a message popped up.
Monika -
Get me a bottle of Smirnoff before you come into work.
And do me a fucking favor, be a good girl & pick up my MDMA shit at the pharmacy.
- Bobby
"He wants you to get him booze and Ecstasy?" Kurt said, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Why am I not surprised?" I said, sending him back a quick reply, slamming my phone shut and shoving in in my skinny jeans' butt pocket.
"You have a spare key to his apartment?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, in case I have to drop off his work or other shit. Not that he does any." I huffed, draining some vodka from the glass.
Nick was about to say something when we all stared at Dale when he said, "Her breasts were right there in front of me." He was referring to Julia. Crazy, slutty, skank dentist. "I don't see why you guys don't just quit. Well, except for you, Monika. Bobby's your fucking lifesupport for money. But Kurt, Nick. You guys aren't sex offenders, are you? Cause Julia's the only one who will hire me."
"Nah. That would mean going back to school, changing fields." Nick sighed, twirling the drink in his glass. Kurt nodded in agreement. "What the fuck do I care about protecting Pelitt's name when his own son doesn't? I mean, there's gotta be a million jobs out there."
"You aren't leaving me there alone to suffer under the wrath of Ninja Boy and his alcohol-ecstasy adventures." I said, looking a Kurt persuadingly. "I'll bet he's not as bad as Harkin." Nick muttered.
"Have you ever met Bobby Pelitt?" I asked him.
Just before any of us said anything, a booming voice rang out behind us, "Look at this! If it isn't the famous foursome! Kurt, Dale, Monika and Nick!" Kenny Somerfield, our friend from when we were younger, came from behind us and we all welcomed him with 'what's up?' and high-fives. He was always a nice guy, a mutual friend between all of us. "Hey, Kenny!" Kurt and Nick exclaimed, "What are you doin' here? We heard you moved to New York."
"Yep, right out of Yale." Kenny said, a drink in his hand. "What are you guys doin' now?"
"Kurt and I work at a chemical company. He's an accountant and I'm my boss's assistant. Dale's a dental hygenist and Nick's an executive." I explained, pointing to each of us in order. Kenny raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise.
"Really? That's crazy! I've been out of work for the past two years. It's impossible to find a job at all these days! The economy is in the shitter. I can't even get a job waiting tables." Kenny sighed, setting down his drink, "I'd fucking murder the boss that fired me. If I had the chance, I mean. I can't even pay for this fucking drink."
"Oh, we can help you out with it." Kurt said, giving him a sympathetic look. "Like really, do guys think you could help me out here?" Kenny begged, and all of us pulled out our wallets. I really shouldn't be giving money, given that I was tight on it already. I sighed and pulled out a five dollar bill and threw it on the stack that Dale, Kurt and Nick had put on the table.
"Y'know, that's probably not gonna cut it, so..." Kenny looked around to make sure no one was listening, "How about I give you guys some handjobs? And Monika, I could finger-"
"That's alright, Kenny. I have a boyfriend." I lied quickly, disgusted by his desperate and overly sexual talk. All three boys shot me hilarious looks at my lie. "Who's the lucky man?" Kenny joked, and I looked at the boys for a quick response. Kurt grinned his usual malicious grin, and said, "His name's Bobby Pelitt."
I shot Kurt a nasty glare at his joke.
"40 bucks a piece, in the bathroom. Really." Kenny said, jerking both thumbs to the bathrooms in the back of the bar. "No, no. That's okay." The boys all said at once. "I said no more handies in here, Kenny!" The bartender shouted at him. "Oh, shit. I gotta go. Thanks guys!" Kenny said quickly, sprinting out of the bar. All of us looked at each other, dumbfounded.
"Maybe don't quit your job." Dale exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.