Page 15 of Billionaire's Desire
I pinch the tears away and that finally seems to have worked in stopping the dam. I am aware that I have been standing in the same position he left me in for close to two minutes.
I need to get to work, maybe do some damage control.
But when I step out of the restroom, I find Hilda standing right outside.
“Girl, are you okay?”
“Yes. I just needed a minute.”
She lifts her shoulders in a subtle shrug. “That is what I figured. That is why I gave you a few minutes instead of knocking, but I… uhm… have bad news for you.”
Shit!
She notices the panic in my eyes and she reaches for my hand.
“It’s okay Maggie. It will be okay. They just want to talk to you.”
“Who?”
She pauses before replying, “The matron and the manager and some other guys.”
Fuck! They are definitely going to throw me off the yacht now. I breathe heavily as I follow Hilda across the room and into the kitchen, and when I walk in there, the faces waiting for me do not look pleased.
They do not look pleased at all.
I know I messed up and I’m about to face the consequences. I take a deep breath and wait like a prisoner waiting for the guillotine.
“What just happened out there?” the woman from this morning asks.
I strain trying to catch a note of kindness in her voice, but she is just plain pissed off.
I will have to take my chances with the actual sharks.
Are there sharks out there?
I am not sure, but this is definitely not the train of thought I should be having while my livelihood is being threatened.
“I am sorry. I… I tripped.”
“You what?” she bellows.
I think it is wise to stay silent so I do so.
“I understand that things can get busy and stressful,” the man standing next to her weighs in. “But we can’t afford to make any mistakes. Our customers expect the best from us, and we have to deliver.”
I nod, feeling ashamed.
I let them down and even worse, I let myself down. I am unnerved and frustrated.
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” I say.
“You sure as hell will not. Take the rest of the day off. I will see you tomorrow. Is that understood?” the woman says.
“Yes ma’am.”
I turn to leave and I can feel all their eyes on me. If there was a right time to be tripping, this would be it.
“Oh, and one more thing,” she continued, and I turned back around quickly to face her. “We are docking a day’s wage from your pay.”
