I took off a few days because I needed a break away from Doctor Hart and Reba. I can't believe how I was just rejected flat out. No man has EVER rejected me that way before. When I could finally think about Brock without becoming outraged I decided that was the day to go back to work.
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I walked in the front door that morning and saw Reba standing at the counter in a scrub. She didn't see me so I walked over towards her.
"Hello Reba." I said coolly. She turned around and looked at me.
"Hi Barbara Jean." Reba replied and then turned away from her.
"I take it you know what happened?" I asked. Reba grabbed a hold of the counter as if using that for strength to not hit me. She turned and faced me with a forced smile on her face.
"Barbara Jean, when you stormed out of here a few days ago, I must admit that I was confused because I didn't know what was going on. I could tell that there was something between you and Brock, but I didn't know what. When you didn't come in the next day, Brock took care of the office by himself, but when you didn't come the next day he called me in and asked me if I could come fill in. I asked him if your absence had anything to do with the problems from a few days before and he said yes. So as childish as I thought that was I still came in to help. It was then that Brock told me what happened and how you came onto him." Reba replied. My knees buckled. This usually sweet and caring woman was upset with me and she can be forceful and even somewhat scary when she's angry.
"I wanted to apologize about that. It's just that I'm alone and that I saw your relationship with Brock. I wanted that. I needed that." I said. Reba glared at me.
"So you decided to take my relationship instead? I've been married to Brock for over twenty years. He loves me and I love him very much. This is twenty-five years of friendship that you can't break up. I must say I'm sorry that you're alone, but you won't be forever. I met my husband at a young age, but not all people do. My mother was almost thirty before she met my father." Reba exploded at me. I took a breath in. I deserved it. I knew it.
"Reba, I don't know what to say except I'm sorry." I replied. Reba let go of the counter.
"Well, I have plenty to say to you. Starting with—you're fired." Reba said.
"You can't fire me. I don't work for you." I tried to rebut. Brock walked up behind Reba.
"You may not work for her Miss Booker, but you do work for me. I'm the one who's firing you. Now please collect your things and get out of here." Brock said. I couldn't believe it. I was really getting fired because of this. Why would this happen to me? Well I turned around and walked out the door. I needed to talk with Reba to get this all sorted out. I had to. I didn't need this job, but I feel I may have just lost the only friend I had left in the world.