Page 306 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
"The body wash that gets Layla Torrez naked? It's not a terrible sales pitch."
The broadcast had cut to commercial again.
The phone in the conference room started ringing and Mr. Ellington immediately grabbed it. "Kruger Adver..." A smile curled onto his lips. "We'll send over our next pitch in a few days." Pause. "You too." Mr. Ellington hung up the phone and stood up again. "Everyone's talking about it. Sword Body Washis trending on Twitter. And we just secured our biggest client ever." He raised his glass again. "Great work, Jenkins. This is the kind of thing that makes partner."
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to sit here and watch this shit show. Maybe Mr. Ellington was right. Maybe I wasn't fit to be in advertising. I didn't want to do anything like this. Advertising was supposed to be clever and well thought out. Besides, all that was left to see was Layla do the weather nude, hopefully still censored. I could leave that to my imagination.
"I'm going to get going," I whispered to Kendra.
"Running off to Mason?" she asked.
"And to lick my wounds."
"Your idea really was better. This is the most ridiculous news segment I've ever seen."
"Yeah." When Mr. Ellington turned back to the screen, I quietly stood up and tiptoed to the door. When my hand wrapped around the handle I heard someone clear their throat.Shit.
"We could probably all use some coffee, Bridget," Mr. Ellington said.
"Actually, I was going to get going. It's almost six and..."
"And? I pay you to work the same hours as everyone else. And you took off yesterday. Which means you owe me more time."
Seriously?I worked longer hours than everyone else here. Especially him. And yesterday was the only day I had ever taken off. I was allowed to have two weeks vacation. Working longer hours after taking off wasn't part of that. What an asshole. I swallowed hard.
"If you want special treatment, maybe you should start dressing like that Layla girl."
Jenkins snickered.
Fuck you."I'm just not feeling well," I said.
"You can take a seat after you get coffee. Decaf for me. What does everyone else want?"
"I think I'm going to throw up," I said.
"Ew. Get out of here. And don't throw up on the carpet. I'll just dock your pay."
I put my hand up to my mouth for good measure and grabbed the door handle. I ran out of the room and to my desk. I wish I did have to throw up. Because I knew just where I'd do it. All over that perverted, sexist's desk.
