Not A Bad Thing

4 - Lame Pick-Up Lines & Using All Options

When I got into my office, I shut the door close behind me. Laughter was gone when reality started to sink in.

I was starting to think about what to do when I heard Jerry's voice coming from the hallway outside.

I quickly put the lock on the door so that he could not come in. He really infuriated me and his lame pick-up lines were the least I needed, especially today.

I rested my head against the door and let out a shaky sigh. There was a knock on my door a few moments later. "Tess, babe? Are you okay?" Jerry asked and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Yes. I'm busy," I snarled.

"Open up and we can talk if you want, babe."

"No, thank you. I am busy," I replied through gritted teeth and then walked to my desk, sitting on my chair probably for the last time ever. Chills went down my spine at that thought. I had never been fired before. Would that affect future opportunities for me? Of course, it would! Suddenly, an image of me homeless under a bridge in the cold winter popped up in my mind and I felt dizzy.

"Tess, babe? Are you there?"

I decided I would stop answering just then.

"Ew, move," who I recognized as George demanded.

"She is not opening up," Jerry complained, apparently not noticing George's dislike of him. He never did. If he did, he would have noticed weeks ago that I am not interested in him.

"I don't care. Don't talk to me," George snapped and I muffled a laugh, not wanting to miss anything of their exchange.

"But Tess is-"

"Bye!"

I heard Jerry huff indignantly and then some stomping, which I assumed was him leaving me alone. May the lords hear my praises and thanks for sending George to me!

I stood up and walked up to my door, opening it wide and exhaling relieved once I noticed Jerry was nowhere in sight. George gave me a lopsided smile and walked in after me, closing the door behind him with lock once again, so that no one could disrupt us.

"Are you okay?" he asked once we sat down on the small couch that I had stolen from storage and crammed into my small office.

"Yeah," I mumbled with a sigh.

"How did it go? What did she say?" he inquired as he rested his chin on his hands, with his arms resting on his thighs.

"She did not even let me speak," I narrated with a small sarcastic laugh. The story kept rewinding in my head and every time it got more and more humiliating.

"What?" George asked dumbfounded. He started messing with the hem of my dress anxiously.

"Yeah. I tried to tell her but she was so busy with her stupid things that she practically threw me out of the office before I had a chance to tell her."

"Shut up!" he gasped in disbelief.

"I'm serious." I started massaging my temple, wishing I could turn back to the early morning so I could decide not to come to work at all.

George laughed out loud and I grunted as he bumped shoulders with me. We remained silent for a moment. "You know, you can still try and see if Andrew Disick gives you the interview," he suggested with a small shrug.

"You think?" I wondered.

"You won't lose anything by trying," he responded and I nodded. He was right. I would get fired anyway. I could try anyhow, and that way I would at least not go down without a fight. So that Jennifer could not have the satisfaction of bringing me down so quickly.