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I hate it, I really hate it.
But I love my job, which makes this whole 'I hate it' situation little conflicted.
Almost packed, I go over my list of essentials one more time before closing the suitcase. Unbelievable how all this travelling during the last few years still haven’t made me learn the crafts of light packing. It is supposed to be four day trip, but somehow I managed to pack two suitcases with no room to spare. „Stupid, stupid girl,“ I say to myself as I drag my luggage next to the door.
Great! Now I hear my cellphone ring, but where the heck did I put it. C’mon... I really am stupid and unfortunately messy as well.
I move around my bedroom like a tornado to find the darn thing. Making even bigger mess than before. I find it and after checking the caller, I kind of wish I didn’t.
„Hey Dan, what’s up?“ The second this sentence leaves my lips I regret it. Cause I know the answer.
„Good morning beautiful, well it is definitely up after hearing your sexy voice.” I can tell he is smirking at his phone right now but I can't say I didn’t deserve this, I asked the question so I have to swallow the answer. Luckily only the answer.
“Okay, change of subject please. I have to be in the airport soon, so I’m guessing you have something important to tell me?” I try to keep my tone and choice of words as professional as possible because I really don’t have the time nor energy to deal with his harassments right now.
“Gia baby, why so official?”
“Daniel I really don’t have the time,” I can feel my blood pressure rising. How can someone so obnoxious reach so high in corporate chain. I am pretty sure there are other women who have to put up with this horny bastard.
Okay, actually I know, we just smile and try to keep our heads high while not saying a word, just to keep our jobs and stay out of trouble. Which is wrong in every way but I am not the hero to change todays crappy social norms.
“Fine, if you don’t want to play,” play?? Is he delusional? Since when is harassment a game? This guy belongs in a dark and damp jailcell with ten locks and no keys. “Anyway you should repack, instead of Sicily you are going to Tahoe.”
“Wait, WHAT?”
“Do you need me to repeat or are you just being overdramatic female right now?” My god how I hate him. If his bored tone and lazy speaking is meant to put me in my place then he failed cause it infuriates me instead and I might be the one who ends up in jailcell.
“My plane leaves in five hours, and you know that I have meetings and appointments in Sicily to cover the recent gang killings there. You know that, you approved that. So forgive me if I am little confused about your orders,” I try to sound as calm as possible while I imagine how I stab the motherfucker in the eye.
“Gia darling, who’s the boss? Oh wait I know the answer to that! IT IS ME!!” he basically screams at me. “You are going to Tahoe to get exclusive interview with Nikolay Barraza.”
