Sighing, Lynn responded, “Well, Scott, this is the last straw. I need someone reliable, someone I can count on to back me up when I need it. That person isn’t you. You’re fired.”
“Oh…okay. I understand. I’ll just go back to living with my folks for a while. Bye now.” Scott hung up on him.
“Whatever.” Lynn put the call behind him and focused on the meeting ahead. He dreamed wistfully of the perfect assistant who would anticipate his needs and rub his feet on occasion. Okay, that last part actually had to do with needing a boyfriend, but, oh, well. Lynn worked too hard, true, but he loved what he did and just didn’t have time for a relationship. Fate, though, decided to help him out.
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