Page 40 of Flipping His Script


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I wanted to throttle him. "Hey! I don't sling anything. And you never said I'd have to quit my job."

"And you never said you wouldn't."

"Yeah, because it never came up."

"Not my problem," he said.

"But I can't quit."

"Why not?"

"Well, for one thing, because of the money."As if he didn't know.

He gave me a hard look. "I'm paying you plenty."

Five minutes ago, I might've argued. But that bonus, it changed everything. During four short months, I'd earn a whopping eighty-thousand dollars.

It was more than I'd make in three full years as a waitress.

But I wasn't quite ready to give it up. Switching tactics, I said, "All right, forget the money. Maybe I don't want to stress out my co-workers. Remember Betsy? What do you think's gonna happen if she's the only one there tonight?"

"I dunno," he said. "Double the tips?"

"Oh come on. Just for one minute, can you look at it from my point of view?" I gave him a pleading look. "I'm serious. I can't just not show up."

"So find someone to take your place."

"Just like that? On a Friday? You're kidding, right?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

No. He didn't.

I tried again. "Okay, let's say Iwerewilling to quit, I'd still need to give a notice."

"Or what?"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say you don't, what happens?"

"Aside from screwing over my co-workers?"

"Yeah. Aside from that."

"Well…" Desperately, I tried to think. "Later on, when I try to get my job back, I'll be the loser who quit with no notice."

"So…?"

"So maybe they won't hire me back. And it's not like jobs grow on trees, you know."

He eyed me with cool disdain. "You work at a waffle joint, not NASA."

I was glaring again. "Says the guy who used to work at a gas station."

"Yeah. And I don't anymore."

"Well goodie for you."

The words had barely left my lips when the blaring of a car horn made me turn toward the front of the house.

The horn sounded again, longer this time. When I looked back to Flynn, he strode out of the pink bedroom and brushed past me, heading into the room across the hall.

It was another bedroom, just as nice, but not nearly as pink – thank heaven. As I watched from the hallway, Flynn strode to the window and looked out over the front driveway. With a low curse, he turned back to me and said, "You're on."