actually giving a shit about anyone but herself.
“I don’t know Libby, are you an idiot? You tell me,” Mel replies with a nasty grin on her face.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I hiss, not wanting to alert anyone to our argument, but I’m getting angrier with her as the seconds pass.
“You!” she shouts and I stare at her face, equally amazed and pissed.
“Me?” I ask, watching as her eyes narrow and her smirk replaces the grin.
“Yes, you, with your little miss fucking perfect routine. The one that everyone falls for. The guys, the clients, even the fat cat bosses love you. Miss fucking-perfect-Libby,” she spits and I just stare at this person. Someone who has been my friend for nearly three years, and yet I now realise I’ve never really peeled back the layers before. If I had done, I would’ve noticed how ugly her heart is.
“Shit, I never saw before.” I let out a hollow laugh.
“Saw what?” she asks, her forehead creasing with confusion.
“What a class A bitch you really are. Why is that? Because I wouldn’t introduce you to Con?”
She splutters with laughter. “That sad sack, I don’t think so.”
“He’s not a fucking sad sack, you stupid bitch. And if it’s not him, then what? Is it because I was dating Davy? He pursued me!” I tell her putting my stuff back in my bag. An argument is one thing, falling out with her is another, but whatever happens I’m not willing to lose my job because that would be something else. So I decide the best thing to do is to go home and calm down before I hit her like she’s my damn punching bag.
“Davy? So you are a fucking idiot. Haven’t you worked out yet that he’s been fucking me for the last four months,” she shouts.
Luckily nobody is in reception to hear the show we’re putting on.
Freezing at her words. I take a breath, close my eyes and compose myself.
“Yeah, that’s right, that’s why he didn’t want to have sex with you last night because I had already satisfied him.” Laughing at me, it’s clear that she's pleased with herself. Like she’s won a game, a game that I wasn’t actually playing.
Opening my eyes and putting the last thing into my bag, slowly I raise my head and look at her. “You’re welcome to him.” I watch her face drop. “Maybe the reason he hasn’t been able to satisfy me lately is because you’ve been giving him tips on how to have sex? If that’s true, then I pity your sex life. You can have him, free and clear, without the excitement I have no doubt you felt at the secretiveness of it all. I wonder if it will be as much fun now? I’ll wait and see.” Her eyebrows rise. “Oh, you thought I would be upset? That maybe I would run away from my job, go into hiding?” I laugh at her. “No sweetheart. Not this woman. You see I’ve been second guessing my relationship with Davy for a while, so you’re welcome to him. I’ve also been second guessing my relationship with you.” I watch her for a beat as her mouth drops open, but she says nothing. “That surprises you does it? Since I’ve been getting to know Pearson and Sophie, I’ve realised what real friendship from women should be like. Support, love, compassion. Not competition, deceitfulness and disloyalty. I don’t need the shit you’re sharing, go blow it out your ass at Davy. I’m taking a personal day, I’ll be emailing Mr. Sully. But Mel, I’ll be back again tomorrow.” I wink at her and curl my lips into an insincere smile, then twist around and walk away. I feel my heart pumping with adrenaline. I need to Skype the girls, I need to talk to someone.
“So Mr. Zellop, are we very clear?” I ask the rotund, sweaty man that I currently have pinned against the wall by his throat. The noise he makes in response is not clear enough for me, so I loosen my grip slightly and watch as he gulps air. The blue that was starting to tinge his skin recedes as the pink starts returning. “You were saying?” I
“I don’t know Libby, are you an idiot? You tell me,” Mel replies with a nasty grin on her face.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I hiss, not wanting to alert anyone to our argument, but I’m getting angrier with her as the seconds pass.
“You!” she shouts and I stare at her face, equally amazed and pissed.
“Me?” I ask, watching as her eyes narrow and her smirk replaces the grin.
“Yes, you, with your little miss fucking perfect routine. The one that everyone falls for. The guys, the clients, even the fat cat bosses love you. Miss fucking-perfect-Libby,” she spits and I just stare at this person. Someone who has been my friend for nearly three years, and yet I now realise I’ve never really peeled back the layers before. If I had done, I would’ve noticed how ugly her heart is.
“Shit, I never saw before.” I let out a hollow laugh.
“Saw what?” she asks, her forehead creasing with confusion.
“What a class A bitch you really are. Why is that? Because I wouldn’t introduce you to Con?”
She splutters with laughter. “That sad sack, I don’t think so.”
“He’s not a fucking sad sack, you stupid bitch. And if it’s not him, then what? Is it because I was dating Davy? He pursued me!” I tell her putting my stuff back in my bag. An argument is one thing, falling out with her is another, but whatever happens I’m not willing to lose my job because that would be something else. So I decide the best thing to do is to go home and calm down before I hit her like she’s my damn punching bag.
“Davy? So you are a fucking idiot. Haven’t you worked out yet that he’s been fucking me for the last four months,” she shouts.
Luckily nobody is in reception to hear the show we’re putting on.
Freezing at her words. I take a breath, close my eyes and compose myself.
“Yeah, that’s right, that’s why he didn’t want to have sex with you last night because I had already satisfied him.” Laughing at me, it’s clear that she's pleased with herself. Like she’s won a game, a game that I wasn’t actually playing.
Opening my eyes and putting the last thing into my bag, slowly I raise my head and look at her. “You’re welcome to him.” I watch her face drop. “Maybe the reason he hasn’t been able to satisfy me lately is because you’ve been giving him tips on how to have sex? If that’s true, then I pity your sex life. You can have him, free and clear, without the excitement I have no doubt you felt at the secretiveness of it all. I wonder if it will be as much fun now? I’ll wait and see.” Her eyebrows rise. “Oh, you thought I would be upset? That maybe I would run away from my job, go into hiding?” I laugh at her. “No sweetheart. Not this woman. You see I’ve been second guessing my relationship with Davy for a while, so you’re welcome to him. I’ve also been second guessing my relationship with you.” I watch her for a beat as her mouth drops open, but she says nothing. “That surprises you does it? Since I’ve been getting to know Pearson and Sophie, I’ve realised what real friendship from women should be like. Support, love, compassion. Not competition, deceitfulness and disloyalty. I don’t need the shit you’re sharing, go blow it out your ass at Davy. I’m taking a personal day, I’ll be emailing Mr. Sully. But Mel, I’ll be back again tomorrow.” I wink at her and curl my lips into an insincere smile, then twist around and walk away. I feel my heart pumping with adrenaline. I need to Skype the girls, I need to talk to someone.
“So Mr. Zellop, are we very clear?” I ask the rotund, sweaty man that I currently have pinned against the wall by his throat. The noise he makes in response is not clear enough for me, so I loosen my grip slightly and watch as he gulps air. The blue that was starting to tinge his skin recedes as the pink starts returning. “You were saying?” I
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