Cameron

Meeting Carlos in the hallway with Joel, I started to realize how far out of my league he was. Joel was just as rough and tumbled looking as his cousin was, but there was something different seeing them both together. I had thought that Joel was a big puppy dog, but now I wasn’t so sure. Now I was sure that he was just like the man that stood next to him, asking questions that I didn’t think were important.

When I finally got outside, I knew that I wasn’t over Joel. He had told Carlos about me and I had to wonder what it was that he had said. Carlos knew who I was, so there was really no telling.

I walked the few blocks to work and tried my best to pretend that I hadn’t just seen the man that still made my knees weak. It was hard to do, but I managed somehow. Now I was left to think about all of the what-ifs. Ever since Joel came to my apartment and let himself in, I had been avoiding him. It wasn’t really about him barging in and his lack of proper personal space. It was about how he made me feel when he was around and the simple fact that I was afraid of what I would do when I was too close to him. That was what kept me up at night worried.

Work was just like it always was, though the gossiping had finally stopped. I tried to keep my cool, but seeing Stephen kind of ruined it for me. He was still bruised up and if I wasn’t feeling so bad about the whole thing, I would have been thankful for it just for the fact that he left me alone now. There was no dark look in his blue eyes like before. Joel had gotten his way and whether Stephen had wanted me all along or not, he certainly didn’t now.

Angela came into the office and knocked on the wood frame. “You got a minute?”

I told her that I did. Wondering what it was that the senior manager wanted, I didn’t want to think about what I figured it was about. Had the management found out about Stephen being attacked while with me?

“Sure Angela. What can I do for you?”

She had this look on her face and I started to get nervous when she shut the door behind her. This can’t be good.

“I want to talk to you about what happened last week with Stephen Bishop.
Even though I knew that was what it would be about, I was still a little thrown off. What was I supposed to say?

“Um, okay.”

Angela smiled at me, but it wasn’t one that went all the way up to her eyes. She was not happy to be talking about it and neither was I. What was I supposed to tell her about it? I still wasn’t sure why Joel had acted the way he had and I didn’t want to have to make excuses for him, not when I didn’t have anything to do with it.

“Stephen says that your boyfriend attacked him while you were in your apartment building. Is that true?”

I shook my head that it wasn’t true. Stephen was still black and blue from Joel, but it wasn’t my fault and I wasn’t with Joel.

“No, that isn’t right. That is not what happened at all.”

Angela was not prepared for my denial. It was hard to deny that he was attacked, so I was sure then that she’d thought I was going to admit to it. Which I would admit to the attack, but I wasn’t going to admit to my culpability in it.

“Okay, so what is not right because I have a written complaint that states just what I just said to be true?”

“A written complaint?”

“Yes, you two were still on the clock, so it has been picked up by me to handle.”

I wanted to slouch lower in my seat and disappear. I couldn’t believe that he had reported me to the higher ups. What was he trying to do, get me fired and take my job? He couldn’t have done it, but I wouldn’t have put it past him. He was that kind of guy and that was why I had never really liked him to begin with. I just got a bad vibe from him.

“While we may have been on the clock, it was Stephen that insisted on getting something to eat. I needed to change my shoes, so we walked over to my apartment building down on Hastings.”

She was writing what I said down, “So you did go to your apartment building with Stephen?”

I nodded that it was right and then I told her what happened between him and Joel.

“You stated that he was not attacked by your boyfriend, but from what you just told me, he was.”

“Joel is not my boyfriend. He is just a friend and he happens to be the manager of the apartment building. He is the owner’s nephew, not my boyfriend.”

Angela sighed and sat back in her seat. “So you are saying that Stephen was the one that pushed the altercation?”

I nodded that he was. I tried to get the two of them to stop, but it was Stephen that had come back down the stairs. I don’t know what he was thinking, but I was sure it had to do with some sense of male ego or something like that.

“Yes and while I do know Joel, there really was no need for the provocation. I tried to stop it, but they are two grown men that I don’t want to get in the middle of.”

She told me that she understood, though I could tell that she was still reserved about her judgement. There was something else beyond just some paperwork and I should have known it would be more. He hadn’t thought the fight was enough to press criminal charges, but seeing an opportunity, Stephen was going to try and get paid one way or another. He was going after the company and I was going to be in the middle of it whether I liked it or not.

“You can’t be serious. How could he sue the company? We weren’t even on the grounds.”

Angela pressed her lips together and mentioned the fact that he was salary. “He was working overtime and was still on our dime, so now he is suing. Our lawyers have told me that he actually has a case and we are going to most likely have to settle with him.”

My head was spinning and of all the things and unpleasantness that I thought I was going to deal with, I was not prepared to deal with this. I couldn’t believe it at the same time that I could. Why would I have thought that he would be any different?

“I will testify or do whatever I have to do to help you.”

“I know you would Cameron. You have been with us a long time and we value you as an employee.”

“But…?” I could hear the breath before everything that she said was going to be wiped away by something bad. I didn’t want to know what the bad part was. It seemed to me that it was bad enough without having to add anymore.

“He wants you fired. Stephen is not willing to even talk about a settlement until you are let go.”

My heart sank further in my chest and now I couldn’t breathe. Was I really getting fired?

“You are going to let me go?”

She nodded her head and wouldn’t look me in the eyes. There was an envelope that I hadn’t really noticed before, but I did now. It was already arranged and that made me mad. “Why did you even ask me what happened, if it wouldn’t have mattered anyways?”

“I don’t want to do this, but I have to. You understand, don’t you?”

I didn’t understand, but I didn’t want to make a scene. While I couldn’t get my job back, I could at least leave with a little dignity. I didn’t want to give Stephen the satisfaction of getting me fired. It was the last thing that I wanted to do as I batted away a bit of moisture that I refused to let fall. Standing up, I reached for the envelope.

“There is a rather substantial severance package in there for you and I will make sure that you have the best references. There are a couple of businesses around that are looking. I could put a good word in for you.”

It was a conciliatory offer and I wasn’t feeling that eager to assuage her guilt. “Is there anything else?”

“Yes, there is a batch of missing journals for this quarter that we are looking for. Do you know where they are?”

I told her that I did. “I had them that night when everything happened. I think that they are still on my coffee table. I will have it sent over to you as soon as I find them.”

There was no more that I could say with a straight face and dry eyes. I wanted to scream at her, at Stephen, someone, but I tried my best to hold it all in. This was the way it was and there was nothing that I could do to change that. The sooner I got it through my head, the easier it was going to be. While it didn’t feel like anything close to easy, I knew that it was going to be okay. Worse things had happened.

Leaving the building that I had called work for longer than I cared to think about with a small cardboard box of pictures and pens, I felt a little shattered. There was nothing that I could do to stop what happened and the feeling of helplessness was the worst thing about it all. I hated feeling this way and now that it was over, I didn’t feel any better about it. It just sucked.

The drive home wasn’t long enough and I sat there staring at the building for a while. I thought about going in and just going to bed. It was what I wanted to do, but there was no way that I wanted to run into Joel. Not like this. My face was blotchy and my eyes were red. I hadn’t taken it well and though I had kept it together when I was in there, I didn’t feel like keeping it together anymore. As soon as I had gotten into my car, the tears had started to stream down my face. It was like a flood gate was opened and I wasn’t for the life of me able to stop it.

Now I was just drained and facing him wasn’t something that I could do. He was sorry, had apologized more than ten times, but now it was too much. I had lost my job and gotten a broken heart, all at the same time. That was the problem with bad boys, someone always got hurt.

Calling my friend Carol, I asked her what she was doing after work. I hadn’t seen her in a while and a night out without a care in the world was just what I needed. I wasn’t even going to open the envelope until tomorrow. I didn’t want to sit there and do the math in my head to see how much longer I had till I had to find a job. Tonight I just wanted to drink and dance my problems away.