My eyes scanned the black words on the bright white screen before me. I searched for any bit of work that might be remotely salvageable.
“Un-fucking believable,” I murmured to my empty corner office.
I closed the word document, incredibly displeased.
“Soon,” I reassured myself. “Soon I’ll be working at another firm. Maybe then I won’t have to deal with utterly incompetent imbeciles.”
I had just interviewed with B&E. I knew I’d absolutely crushed the interviews. However, I wasn’t sure if they’d actually make a competitive offer. I knew they wanted me. And I was dying for a change of pace. Still, I simply wouldn’t consider a pay cut.
I pushed the matter to a back burner momentarily, as I had more pressing issues to take care of. We had an essential client expecting an airtight contract addendum by tomorrow and Eric’s work was unacceptable, yet again.
I stood up and straightened the jacket of my black skirt suit. As I headed to his desk the sound of my red bottoms clicking on the marble floors echoed through the open office floor plan.