Kaden
Being out on the street energized me, recharged me. All morning, I’d been dealing with shit and screw-ups. My office was a sanctuary in this building, but the events of the morning had tainted it.
My one occasional concession to my “I’m actually only twenty-seven” side was a walk along the sidewalk, blending in and becoming anonymous. It allowed me to breath and regroup before coming back to the firm I was being groomed to take over when the time came.
Not that my dad was anywhere near turning over the reins. The man would probably come back to the office to check on a few last things before his own damn funeral. He was a machine.
John, however, wasn’t. And he was starting to eat into the few minutes I would have for my walk before my next round of meetings this afternoon. Hooking my hands into my pockets, I turned back to him. “Well?”
He glowered at me, his eyes narrowed. “I’m a good worker, and you know it. That’s why you should keep me on. My mistakes aren’t that bad in comparison to my billables, and I’m signed up to be a mentor when the new recruits come in next week.”
This guy planned on mentoring some of our fresh blood? I nearly snorted. Whoever he would have ended up mentoring wouldn’t have lasted long either. They would have been taught wrong from the get go, and they wouldn’t have stood a chance.
No, I couldn’t let him near our new recruits or our clients. What I was about to do was a public service, really. “That’s not good enough. You’re fired, John. You have two hours to pack your shit and get out of the building. If you’re still here after that, I’ll have security escort you out, with or without your stuff.”
“You’re going to regret this,” he spat after a moment of stunned silence. It was clear he hadn’t been expecting me to fire him, but he should have.
“Don’t threaten me,” I replied calmly. “It makes you look pathetic. I’m not concerned. You’re not performing, and you refuse to take responsibility for it. If you don’t plan on making yourself better, we can’t help you here. In order to make yourself better, you need to acknowledge you’re not where you should be, and you’re not doing that. So it’s game over. Goodbye, John.”
Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out, I was tempted to add. But that would be juvenile, and as much as I wanted to act half my age sometimes, I couldn’t. Not in this situation and not in many others.
John didn’t put up much of a fight. He glared at me some more before turning on his heel and storming out of my office, a string of muttered curses ringing out behind him. I didn’t give a shit about being sworn at or threatened, so I stuck to my word instead of having him thrown out right away.
While he was packing, I swung by my dad’s office. John had been a liability to us for months, and now, I needed to let my dad know I’d taken care of the problem. He liked to have his finger on the pulse at all times. There would be hell to pay if I didn’t tell him what I did right away.
Our offices were all chrome and glass, with huge flat-screens mounted on almost every flat surface. Our clients never came back here to the offices and the bullpen, where every employee had at least two computer monitors on his or her desk.
It was loud and pulsing with frenetic energy. I loved it here. My dad’s office was on the far side of the building from mine. It took up the corner and several hundred square feet around it. There was a large window out to the bullpen, allowing him to keep an eye on his minions.
I knocked on his door as I walked in, crossing the expansive space to lower myself into one of the two leather chairs across the desk from him. My dad looked up, annoyance sparking in his deep blue eyes.
“Don’t sit,” he snapped. “Whatever you want to talk about, you shouldn’t be in here long enough to have to sit.”
Well, okay then. I came to a stop behind the chair I’d been about to sit in and put my hands on its backrest. “John Honeyball. I wanted to tell you I just fired him.”
“What?” He frowned, his ice-cold demeanor shifting to severely irritated. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Because he was a liability,” I returned confidently. My dad was not a gentle man. Even as a child, he never mollycoddled me. He was all business, all the time. I wasn’t intimidated by him, but I did respect him.
At fifty-four, Dad was still as imposing as ever. I was tall at six-two, but Dad was an inch or two taller still. I’d inherited my eyes from him, but I got Mom’s blonde hair, whereas Dad’s was almost jet black. It was flecked with graying streaks nowadays, but that only added to his air of authority and power.
He was a tough nut, as evidenced by the hard gleam in his eyes and the angles of his face being sharp enough to cut glass, but I held my own against him. “He was a liability, and he has been for months. He fucked up the Christie deal last night. It was time for him to get out before he started causing real damage.”
“I’m aware of the Christie deal,” Dad bit out, the familiar coolness seeping out of him. “I’m also aware that he was a liability. What I meant was why the fuck would you fire him now when the new recruits are starting next week?”
“We needed him gone now,” I replied. “Who knows how much more damage he could have caused in a week? It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it. It’s only one week.”
“It’s one week, during which you’ll be taking on all of Honeyball’s work on top of your own.” There was no arguing with Dad when he used that tone of voice.
Fuck. I didn’t understand why he was being such a dick about this, but it wasn’t like I couldn’t do John’s work on top of my own. I would get it done and do it faster than anyone else would have been able to do it. “Fine. Consider it done.”
EMBERWith a beer in one hand and a roll of packing tape in the other, I carefully made my way across the hardwood floors of my small student apartment in Cambridge. Those floors had heard me laughing, crying, and had me sleeping on them from time to time over the past three years.Tomorrow, I was leaving behind my sweet little apartment on Harvard’s campus and heading for New York City. How I was going to fit all the boxes scattered around my apartment into my car, I had no idea.At least I wasn’t going alone. My best friend Gracie was coming with me. Surely between our two cars, we would be able to fit all this crap. I toed one of the smaller boxes out of my way and flopped onto my gray couch one last time, lifting the tepid beer to my lips.Drinking beer on my couch wasn’t going to help me get done packing any sooner, but since I was leaving student life behind and hadn’t indulged nearly as much or as often as some of my friends, I figured I’d better make the best of my last twenty
EmberBut I’d decided against it. I was who I was, and I was fine with it. Happy, even.Gracie eyed me as she took another sip of her beer. She climbed up on my kitchen counter where her legs dangled while she contemplated whatever she wanted to say. I waited it out, knowing she would tell me when she was good and ready.While I waited for her, I checked all the cabinets in the kitchen to make sure they were empty. Eventually, Gracie said, “Cambridge has been our home for three years. Do you honestly expect me to believe you’re not in the least bit nervous about moving away?”I shrugged, closing the last cabinet door and checking the kitchen off my mental to-do list. “I’m excited. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous at all, but it’s more nervous excitement than plain old nerves.”“How are you so calm about this?” she asked, frowning into her beer. “I wish I was more like that. You’re so confident about everything. This move is looming ahead of me like a big, black hole, and yo
KADENThank God it was fucking Friday. If there wasn’t already a song written about it, and if I could carry a tune to save my life, I might have written a song about it to celebrate.Fridays were usually a joyous occasion in my life, but today was even happier than usual since this week had sucked balls. As I’d promised myself I would, I got my work and John’s work done.But it had been five days of hell. The guy’s files were a mess, even more so than I had expected. It took me hours before I could tell elbow from ass of what was going on with those clients.Since my life was also most decidedly not a musical, singing and songwriting to celebrate was out of the question. Drinks after work with my best friend, however, was just what the doctor ordered.I triumphantly hit print one last time and stapled the papers of my proposal together. Opening the file in question, I dropped the proposal inside and added it to my pile of work completed for the week.It was more of a tower than a pil
Kaden“The usual.” I didn’t bother fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Ryan knew me better than most. He knew about my history with my dad, too. “To shit on me for nothing, just because he can. I fired a douchebag on Monday, but Dad thought I was being an idiot for not waiting until today to do it. He made me do the guy’s work to prove his point.”“Harsh,” Ryan commented, but he didn’t look surprised. Dad was nothing if not predictable when it came to how he treated me. “How’d you get it all done? You’re already busy as fuck. I would’ve told my boss to go fuck himself if he tried passing off someone else’s work on me.”“Telling Dad to go fuck himself wouldn’t end well.” Antagonizing my dad was a surefire way to have to spend even more time with him, since he was like a dog with a bone. He wouldn’t let it go. He would keep me there, berating me until kingdom came. I didn’t have time for that shit.Ryan shrugged, pursing his lips. “That’s family, I guess. Telling them to go fuck themselv
EMBER“Happy birthday to you,” Gracie said, raising her glass of champagne toward me. “I hope all your dreams come true this year.”“Thank you.” I smiled, clinking my glass against hers. We had completed our trek to New York and moved into our loft that week. It was all finally starting to feel real, and it was thrilling.Neither Gracie nor I had ever been to New York before, but it was turning out exactly like I thought it would. Both of us had seen enough movies shot there and read enough about it to know what to expect, but what books and movies couldn’t possibly convey was the electric atmosphere in the city.It didn’t smell great, and our loft was a little smaller than what we had imagined, but I was already falling in love with the city. Waking up here on my birthday and knowing I was going to be calling it home for the foreseeable future was incredible. It really did feel like a new beginning where anything was possible for the year that lay ahead. An eternal optimist, I was no
EmberGracie pulled me back to our conversation. “Well, banish those thoughts right now. We could end up working for some old codgers. You don’t want to be thinking about that when it’s a wrinkly old man you report to.”“Codgers?” I choked on the sip of wine I had been taking as I laughed. “Really?”Gracie pouted, but the corners of her lips betrayed her smile. “No, not really. I don’t know why I said that. I just get nervous talking about it.”“Sex or the job?”“Both,” she admitted. “Speaking of old codgers, do you know who we’re going to be working for?”I lifted my shoulders and shook my head. “Does it matter? They’re not going to be bothered with a couple of lowly college graduates anyway. I don’t know who owns the company or who the managers are, but I don’t really care either. Do you?”She sucked both lips into her mouth, a contemplative glaze coming over her eyes as she thought. “I would have liked to know a little bit about them. It might help us feel more prepared. Did you me
KADENMonday, fucking Monday. The office was a hive of activity when I arrived, and phones were ringing off the hook. Several of my colleagues were involved in a heated debate about something. Secretaries and personal assistants were bustling around, delivering stacks of paperwork and snapping into phones.Printers hummed because who needed the rain forests, right? Heels clacked, and the coffee machines were working overtime.The silence in my private office was almost deafening by the time I closed the door behind me. My own assistant had been busy this morning, I saw as I approached my desk with my coffee in hand and sat down.A few neat piles of paper waited for my signature, colorful flags marking the spots I had to sign. My computer was already on, but I had to enter my password to get into it. The screens mounted on my walls were also on and set to the channels I needed.Dropping my hands to my jacket, I unbuttoned it and was starting to take it off so I could roll up my sleeves
KadenCubicles made up of white partitioning spread like a maze across the floor. There were no personal effects around the workspaces yet. No doubt, the picture would be a little different in a couple of weeks as the recruits settled in.But for now, it was stark. White. Impersonal and organized. The energy here was different too. The air was thick with nervousness, apprehension, uncertainty, and hesitation, with just a touch of pride and cockiness for having made it this far.If only they knew what was waiting for them. Half of them wouldn’t last a month, and that was out of those who would still have a job come lunchtime.I found the recruits and the trainer, a guy I thought was called Craig, in the big conference room at the back. He was in the middle of a slideshow presentation showing the layout of the building and the emergency exits when I opened the door.He did a doubletake when he saw who was disturbing him, his brown eyes widening as he stammered, “Mr. Marx. Sir, I, uh, I