Chapter 6
Kendall
I had thoughts of Bo all day, I had wanted to take him to the vet, but my boss had forbidden me to have the day off. I couldn't believe the arrogant prick had no concern for anyone apart from himself, and from the way he talked yesterday, he has even less concern for animals. How inconsiderate could one person be? When he wants to be a prick, he’s and has got to be the biggest prick out of all of them.
I nearly finished all my work, and the office door opened, I hoped he didn’t want me to do anything else at this time. I lifted my head, and Elijah walked straight past me, never even acknowledging that I was there. Wow, if I had the day off, he wouldn’t even of noticed. He just wanted to make a point and used giving special treatment as a weak excuse.
Every time he acted like this I could see him for who he really was and all the conversations I had about it started to make sense.
“Goodbye prick,” I whispered under my breath.
I looked at the clock. I could still make the vet if I was quick. The prick had gone so he wouldn’t know if I sneaked off a little early. I grabbed my things and headed home to get Bo.
When I arrived at the vet's and could see the blinds on the door being lowered as I jumped out of the car. I quickly ran and knocked on the door.
“Hello," I shouted through the glass, as I knocked on the door.
“We are closed,” a voice said.
“It’s me, Kendall. Bo is sick,” I hollered. “Please?”
The lock clicked, and the door opened.
“I shouldn’t do this, but seeing as I know you and Bo a little, come in quickly,” the vet said.
“Thank you, I would have come earlier, but my boss wouldn’t let me take off. I was lucky he left the office a little early today,” I replied as I panted.
“So, I take it your boss isn’t an animal lover then?” the vet asked with a look of concern.
“You could say that I’m not so sure he even loves people, or at least not the ones who won’t jump into bed with him when he wants them to!” I shrugged my shoulders.
“How long you been there?” the vet asked.
“Not long really, just over a month, and it’s a dream company to work for, a once in a lifetime opportunity,” I replied as I held Bo still on the table.
“What’s the company, dear? Maybe I have heard of it.”
“Hanson’s, you know the big logistics company,” I replied as I stroked Bo’s fur.
“Ah, Hanson’s, I know it well. I suppose you are talking about Elijah then?” the vet commented.
“Yes, how did you know?” She checked my dog on the cold, stainless steel table.
The vet explained she lived around here most of her life and knew the parents of Elijah and Peter from years ago. She saw how he had changed as he started to grow up with all that money and power.
“I also saw him on the TV on occasion, especially when his dad died, and it was announced he was to be the sole owner of the business. But something wasn’t right there if you ask me, Peter is much more level-headed. Elijah has just turned into an arrogant dick, pardon my French,” the vet said as she held a stethoscope to the chest of Bo.
“So, what would you say the problem is?” I asked the vet.
“Anemia,” the vet said.
“Hey? You think Elijah is anemic?” I asked puzzled.
“No silly, Bo has a touch of anemia,” she laughed at me.
“Ah, so what’s the cure for that?” I asked.
“I can give him some pills, but he’s getting old. It may get worse over time. As for Elijah, I wish I could tell you differently, but it may be time for you to look for another job,” she said.
“I have considered it, and everyone has determined that is what I should do, maybe this episode with Bo is the final straw and I’ll leave, job or no job,” I replied.
“Like I said, I have known Elijah for a lot longer than you, and I have not seen a change in the better for him. Actually, if anything, he has gotten worse over the past couple of years.” She patted Bo as he panted.
“I don’t want to lay blame on you, but you could be the person who has just convinced me to leave, at least you have knowledge of his history,” I said as I lifted Bo from the table.
I gained more insight into Elijah's behavior from the vet and paid her for the meds, then I jumped in the car and headed home. I would seriously take on board everything I had just learned. The prick had just pushed me a bit too far this time.
“So, Bo, what do you think about what the vet said?” He was asleep. “Should I leave him?" I asked him anyway.
It may have been a sign or acknowledgment that he understood me, but he barked, so Bo had made the final decision, I would finish at the end of the next week, no matter what he said to convince me otherwise.
We arrived home, and I took Bo into the house and gave him his medication. I hoped he would get better and prayed it wasn’t a sign he was getting too old. I showered and fixed my dinner, and then my phone rang.
“Hello, Kendall, how are you?” Mom asked.
“I’m okay. I have just got back from the vet with Bo,” I replied.
“What’s wrong with him?” she asked inquisitively.
“A touch of anemia, the vet said it’s a sign he’s getting a bit old."
"Give him a big kiss from Grandma."
“I have also decided to quit my job,” I said.
“I’m so happy you have decided to do that, it will be the best decision you have made.” She sounded happy.
“I’ll tell him Monday. I'll also qualify for full pay and my monthly bonus, that is unless he gets funny and tries to stop it, but, I’m not sure he would be bothered. I can't believe it, but he only cares about having a bum in that seat, no matter who it is,” I answered.
“Good for you dear,” she said with a sound of happiness in her voice.
“I’ll also give him a piece of my mind. I have got nothing to lose once I give him my resignation letter, he can shove his job up his ass for all I’m concerned,” I replied with a laugh.
“I knew you would come to your senses dear. It was only a matter of time before you saw the light. You will be much happier once you finally leave.”
“You can look back on things and learn from them, even if they were not mistakes. You could use things toward your future,” she commented.
“Mandy said you were a wise old bird,” I said with a giggle.
“She’s a cheeky girl, just wait till I see her next time, I’ll show her who is an old bird,” she said with a firm tone and in jest.
“I’m sure I’ll be nervous though when I hand my notice in, he will probably give me a right earful to start with, and it will be a week of hell,” I said nervously.
“Just take it as it comes, once you give him that letter what can he do? He can’t exactly fire you for anything,” she said.
“I just hope I have the courage to open my mouth and say something to him, I know he wouldn’t listen, but it might make him think a bit if he ever thought my point was worth anything,” I said.
“You never know until you try, he could just ignore you completely, or he could listen to what you say without acknowledging what you have said,” Mom said. “If he’s that arrogant, he will make it look like he’s ignoring you."
“The only thing is, what happens if he won’t accept my resignation, is there any way he can stop me leaving?” I asked.
“I’ll have a good think about what I’m going to say to him, all the bad points compared to his good points if I can think of any good points, that is,” I said.
“Well dear, I have kept you long enough, you should be getting some rest and thinking what to put on your list and what you are going to say to him,” she said.
“Yes, you’re right, I have had a rough and long day, I’m a bit tired, I should be getting to bed soon,” I replied.
“Okay dear, I’m going now, as soon as you do the deed, let me know how you get on alright?" She was so supportive of me.
“No problem Mom, thanks for calling, good night," I said sleepily.
“Good night dear, speak to you soon,” she said before she hung up the phone.
It was late, and I had a thick head from all the conversations about having a new job. How would I do it? And what would I say the reason was?
Bo was already waiting for me, and he was laid on his back with his belly faced to the ceiling. I smiled as I rubbed his belly and asked him his thoughts on the matter.
“Well Bo, mummy may be without a job soon, what will we do then hey?” I said.
“He opened one eye and rolled onto his side. He had a sad look in his eyes and wanted me to tickle him some more. It was funny how some things like a tickled belly can make everything seem right.
My mind fell into both slumber and thought. I had two areas in that I wanted to confront Elijah on. Firstly, I wanted to tell him he was a good-for-nothing piece of shit and secondly, that all his wealth means nothing because it’s unable to help him find a decent woman or life with meaning. I cuddled close to Bo and slowly drifted into slumber. Another exhausting day.