Chapter Twenty-eight Barrett“You got a lot of nerve, Barrett.”
Mr. Roland stomps up to the podium, cell phone in one hand and briefcase in the other. His head looks like an overripe tomato. I knew I’d royally f**k myself and piss a client off someday, I just didn’t think I’d be so happy about it.
“You’re finished,” he hisses, stretching one arm over the podium to shove his phone in my face. My boss’ name glows bright on the screen above the ticking clock indicating the length of the call. “I’ve had the senior partner on the line from the second you went off the rails up there. Maybe you’d like to tell him about your little eruption.”
I snatch the phone out of Roland’s hand and press it up to my ear. “Hello?” Mr. Lyons’ gruff voice is almost entirely drowned out by the chaos of the room,
