Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Which brings us to why y’all are here.” The superintendent looked at the two people that used to be such a huge part of my life. “We are terminating your contracts. Immediately. As of today, you will no longer be eligible to work in any Dallas school district.”
Jolessa’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t do that!”
I finished my sandwich, feeling an odd sense of giddiness rocket through me.
“I can, and I will.”
The superintendent rose and said, “Now, you will be escorted off of campus as soon as you’ve collected your things.”
“You have a contract.” Gabriel stood. “You aren’t allowed to just fire them.”
“You don’t need cause to be fired in Texas,” another man spoke up. “I’m the school’s attorney, Robert Blake. But in this case, we have plenty of cause. We realize there’s a contract, and we’re willing to continue paying it out for the rest of the school year. That doesn’t mean that we have to continue to allow you entry to the school.”
I took a bite of my celery sticks, causing Jolessa to look over at me and sneer.
I took another bite and caught Rupert’s attention.
He looked angry as hell, too, and also betrayed. As if he’d never expected this not to go his way.
My phone vibrated again, and I glanced down at it.
Shasha:
I’m watching this. Have access to the school’s cameras. This is better than Law and Order.
I didn’t bother to ask how he had access to the school’s cameras.
I did reply, though.
Me:
The PB&J Polina made me was fantastic. How much PB&J is too much? Can I ask her to make something for dinner relating to PB&J?
His reply was instant.
Shasha:
She already made some sort of roast that’s been cooking for the last three hours.
Me:
Bummer.
Shasha:
I love you.
My heart began to pound.
Shasha:
You look like I just shot you through the heart. It’s not a death sentence.
It wasn’t fear that I was feeling, though. It was…elation.
My fingers started to fly over the screen.
Me:
How are you just going to tell me that on a text message, when I’m in the middle of a crazy ass meeting, with three of the people I hate the most in front of me, and expect me to not freak out? I want to say my reply to you in person.
Yes, it was too soon.
Yes, we were moving way too fast.
Yes, I’d just gotten out of a very bad relationship.
Yes, I was a little bit crazy.
But it felt right.
Everything about Shasha just felt…right.
Like this was always how it was supposed to be.
Me:
I love you. I’m crazy in love with you.
“This is fucking bullshit!” Rupert yelled.
Then, before I could comprehend what had happened, there was a chair coming straight for my face.
Don’t put your fingers anywhere you wouldn’t put your cock.
—Dima to Shasha
SHASHA
I was enjoying myself immensely.
Sure, I fucking hated that she was in the room with those three fuckers, but I liked the outcome.
I liked that I’d been able to finagle it so that the two of them were being fired.
I liked that they were getting a dose of reality.
I liked that they were sweating.
I liked that they were about to face a lot of fucking hardships.
Because this was just the beginning.
My next step was to make it to where they couldn’t find a job in DFW. Then, when that was exhausted, they couldn’t find anything in Texas.
Because I had Lev make them both unemployable.
They would have a laundry list of issues follow them wherever they went.
I was watching the show, and knew the moment that Rupert stood up that there was about to be trouble.
I stood up, too, almost as if I fully expected to stop what was about to happen.
But the chair went flying anyway.
Right at Brecken.
One second she was in her chair, eating a celery stick, and the next the chair hit her directly in the face.
It was chaos after that.
Multiple people surrounded Brecken on the ground, and a few went to Rupert to detain him.
Luckily Gabriel showed that he wasn’t completely stupid because he was one of the ones that helped detain Rupert.
But that sneer on his face was enough to sit with me for the rest of my life.
As if he was happy that it’d happened.
I was running out of my office one second and on the phone with Cayden in the next.
“Where are you?” I asked.
I was fifteen minutes from the school, and that was if traffic cooperated.
“Waiting for douchebag to get out of his meeting, why?” he asked.
“Something happened,” I said. “Brecken’s ex just threw a chair at her, hit her right in the face. She went down.”
I passed my sisters in the hallway as I sprinted past, and they were screaming questions at me, but I didn’t stay. I did scream at them as I left, though.
“Go to my office. Keep me updated on everything that happens on that computer screen!” I yelled.