f**k. f**k, f**k.
The stress had gotten to me and I was taking it out on her, which was not what I needed or wanted to be doing. And I knew my attitude would activate hers and it was going to be another battle.
“Or what? You read my contract.”
“It also states that on occasion you can be requested to stay late.” I needed her to stay late. Worthington was on the verge of finally going through, but I received a call stating that shareholder packets had to go out today.
No warning whatsoever.
“With notice,” she stressed.
“Here is your notice.”
She wrapped her arms in front of her. “An hour before my end of day is not sufficient.”
“These shareholder notifications have to go out by eight with the last courier and no later. I was just informed of this. I need you to stay.”
She ground her
