2.a.vi
Matt the
Manager’s head dropped. He shuffled
toward the office, flanked by the two men.
Tanya and Mr. Jones followed. The
two men ushered Matt the Manger into the office then turned to stand guard at
the door; a beefy blockade to prevent Tanya and Mr. Jones from gaining audience
with the CEO.
“Just where
might you be headed?” the large man said.
“To see the
CEO,” said Mr. Jones.
“Oh, I get
it. You’re a comedian. Well, piss off funnyman.”
“And if I
don’t?”
The large man
flung one of his meaty hands out and grabbed Mr. Jones by the shirt and yanked
him forward so they were face to face.
“I might have
to get rough,” the large man said. A
grin spread across Mr. Jones’s face.
“You find that amusing, do you?”
Mr. Jones
raised and eyebrow and said, “No. I find
it interesting that your salary is almost fifteen thousand dollars more a year
than your buddy here and you’ve been with the company for less than two years.”
The large man
did not flinch at this information. But
the other large man did. He lifted his
hand off his ear piece, and ran his sausagey fingers through his bristly crew
cut.
“Move. Along,” the large man said.
More
twitchings shook the other large man. He
opened his mouth, hesitated slightly, and had nearly closed it again when he
said, “That better not be true.”
“Pay him no
mind,” the large man said.
“How much you
make?” the other large man asked.
“Let it go.”
“Not a chance
in hell. I’ve been with this outfit for
over a decade. I better be making more
money than you.”
The large man
glared at Mr. Jones and then said to his companion, “You make more than
me. Now drop it.”
“What do you
make?” the other large man asked.
“We aren’t
allowed to discuss it. As per company
policy.”
“You do make more, don’t you?”
“And he’s
bedding that girl from corporate that you have a crush on,” Tanya said.
“Kristi?” the
other large man yelled.
“Now that’s a
damn lie,” the large man said.
“And they
laugh about your puny salary,” Tanya added.
“You son of a
bitch!” shouted the other large man.
Before the large man could get in another word the two were grappling on
the floor in one beefy, hairy mound of man.
Mr. Jones and
Tanya walked into the office of the CEO.
