Jamie Sobrato

Once Upon A Seduction


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in the floppy drive, then removed the disk and put it in her bag. She deleted the document from her hard drive, thus eliminating the evidence of her misuse of company time.

      So much for her characters finding happily ever after today, or even next month, for that matter. At the rate she was going, she’d end up having to go back to the waitressing work she’d done in college and never again have enough energy to write anything more creative than her yearly holiday see-my-life-doesn’t-suck-that-badly newsletter.

      Who had come up with the idea of happily ever after, anyway? Probably some giddy lovesick girl back in the Middle Ages when people lived to the ripe old age of thirty-five, and “ever after” wasn’t such an ambitious concept. These days, happily never after was far more realistic.

      2

      “MS. ELLISON, I’d like to see you in my office.”

      Skye recognized that tone. It meant Nelly was drunk on his own power, ready to maximize his opportunity to be a dictator and strategize how he’d make her life miserable. She looked up at him hovering at the entrance of her cubicle and wondered if he practiced making her miserable at home in the mirror in his spare time.

      But instead of spouting any of the snarky responses she’d practiced herself in the mirror a time or two, she said, “Um, okay,” as her stomach clenched into a cowardly little ball.

      She followed him through the maze of cubicles, ignoring the curious stares of everyone they passed. Instead, she focused on Nelly’s backside—his saggy posture and the hint of a bald spot on his crown, his wrinkle-free-fabric shirt and the oddly empty seat of his pants.

      Had the man been born without butt cheeks? Was that an actual medical condition?

      By the time they reached his office, she’d come up with at least five crippling insults to spew at him if he decided to fire her, but she knew she’d never use a single one. Much as she might dislike Nelly, she had a feeling he probably disliked himself even more.

      He closed the door and cleared his throat. “Please have a seat.”

      He walked over to his desk and sat, playing the reigning king of no asses.

      “I’ve been given some unsettling information about you.”

      “That wasn’t my bra,” Skye blurted. There were more intelligent things she could have said.

      “I’m not talking about a bra, Ms. Ellison.” His neck turned hot pink, and Skye wondered if he had a girlfriend, or if having no butt cheeks made romance impossible. “I’m talking about recurrent acts of job delinquency that have been reported to me by a trustworthy source.”

      “What did that man say to you?” Skye asked, unable to stand the pregnant silence any longer.

      “What man? Oh, your visitor on company time? He simply asked where the restroom was—odd, since he could have just asked the receptionist that.”

      What the hell? Nico hadn’t reported her? Or was Nelly lying to her now?

      An image of Dottie scurrying around the office appeared in Skye’s head, and suddenly she knew for sure who the “trustworthy source” was.

      “Have you been monitoring my computer on the LAN again?”

      “No, Ms. Ellison. I didn’t think I needed to. I thought you understood that company time is reserved strictly for work benefiting Dynalux Systems.”

      “I do.”

      “That does not include writing children’s stories on my clock.”

      “I was doing it on break time…sir,” she forced herself to add, hoping to gain a few respectful girl brownie points.

      Except, if he was lying about having monitored her computer activity, he’d know she’d spent a lot more than her break time writing.

      “I’m afraid I have evidence that proves otherwise.” Nelly assumed his grave, all-important look.

      “Do you know how slow business has been lately?”

      Skye’s job consisted of, among other pointless and mind-numbing tasks, answering incoming sales calls. People called for information about Dynalux’s networking equipment, and Skye’s job was to answer their questions and try subtly but swiftly to urge them toward purchasing as much as possible. Sometimes they just asked for brochures or information via e-mail, and sometimes they already knew what they wanted, and she simply had to key in the order.

      The job was slightly too complicated for a monkey, but not quite stimulating enough for the average human being to enjoy.

      But the powers that be at Dynalux—including Nelly—liked to convolute the process by sending their employees to sales seminars and then urging them to employ the latest covertly pushy techniques to increase revenue.

      Skye was so not into it. But it wasn’t as if she didn’t try. If someone was clearly in need of a router, she’d make sure they got the right one. If, however, they were a clueless grandma from rural Appalachia, who somehow had gotten the mistaken notion that they needed a Dynalux box to connect to their AOL account, she was not going to talk them into buying anything.

      She had a conscience, which possibly disqualified her from ever becoming a wildly successful salesperson.

      “I’m fully aware that we’re not dealing with a seller’s market at this time. But when your incoming calls are slow, there are a number of proactive measures you could be taking.”

      Right. Follow-up calls. The bane of her slacker salesgirl existence.

      “I’m sorry, I’m not doing follow-up calls. If someone needs networking equipment, they’ll call us.”

      Nelly’s blood pressure was rising. She could see it in his disturbingly rosy cheeks. “Are you refusing to perform your job?”

      “No, I’m just not willing to hassle people in their homes.”

      “Let me remind you of your job description, Ms. Ellison.”

      “That’s not necessary…sir.” Okay, so being respectful wasn’t one of her strong points.

      In her fantasies, this would be where she’d quit. She’d stand up and fling off her headset, which was now dangling around her neck like a high-tech albatross. She’d tell Nelson Rudderman exactly what he could maximize and strategize, and she’d walk out the door. But in her fantasies, she’d be earning enough money from writing to pay the rent and wouldn’t be suffering this shit job.

      And that’s why they were called fantasies. She couldn’t afford to lose her job right now. She needed to suck it up and appease old Nelly.

      “I’m disappointed in your recent performance, Ms. Ellison. You’ve dropped from being one of our mid-performing sales consultants to hovering in the lowest quarter.”

      Uh-oh. “I understand. I’ll work on improving my sales for the next quarter.”

      “I don’t think you have the best interests of Dynalux at heart.”

      Did the best interests of Dynalux Systems actually lurk in anyone’s heart?

      “And I’m afraid the information I was given today is enough for me to terminate your employment here, Ms. Ellison.”

      “But—”

      “Dynalux can’t afford to pay employees who aren’t interested in doing their best for us.”

      “I have done my best here,” Skye said, her voice veering toward high-pitched and squeaky.

      “Then I’m sorry to say your best isn’t good enough for Dynalux. You should clear out your desk and vacate the premises immediately.”

      Skye blinked. She’d just been fired by Nelson Rudderman? In one fell swoop, he’d wiped away all her glorious fantasies