Page 2 of Lunar Diamonds
The goblin snarled. “I will have your job. Manager. Now.” He drummed his fingers on the helpdesk.
My job…That little burst of bravado collapsed like a house of cards on a wonky table.
Crap.
“Hurry up!” he barked.
I drew a deep breath, picking up the phone in defeat. I held a finger over the internal call button marked “Carol.”
I hesitated. Maybe I could make this better before involving my manager. I couldn’t afford to lose my job, especially because of this goblin’s sour grapes overWar and Peace.
You won’t…
Carol always took our side. I didn’t have to worry.
But that didn’t stop my chest constricting. I’d cultivated four years of pristine customer service, hating the idea of any sort of stain on my record.
You’re overthinking this…
Yeah, maybe. But I tried turning the tables before hitting the button.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said. “Let’s?—”
“Too late!”
Sally, a colleague, arrived to back me up. “What?—”
“Manager!” the goblin screamed in her face.
“Call her,” Sally said, instantly defeated.
“Dammit…” I muttered, my palms sweaty.
The goblin laughed, emanating extreme arrogance. “Yes. You are in a lot of poop. Now call your manager.”
“I’m sorry,” I attempted, the apology practically burning my tongue.
“Shove it.”
This wasn’t fair. I was the injured party here, for goodness’ sake.
“What’s taking so long, idiot?”
Okay, I’d had enough.
I hit the button.
“This is outrageous!”the goblin roared.
My poor ears.
“Get me someone higher than you!” He pointed a green finger in my manager’s face.
Carol, her arms firmly crossed, stood her ground. “There is no one higher than me.”
“You cannot do this to me!”
My eardrums were on the verge of perforating.
