Red Lobster

When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster!

I slay.

When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster!

I slay!

Yeah, that song has been in my head since its release. Sooo….

I slay, I slay, I slay, I slay


I slammed the ledger onto Justin’s desk so loudly most people turned their heads my way. He jumped in his seat and swivelled around to face me. I crossed my arms and parted my lips to let a steady breath of air through and out. I was still trying to come off as confident even as people started staring, thus, the concertation on breathing. To save me from sounding like I’m doing an oral presentation.

“What the hell is this?” I asked.

Justin chuckled. “You’re welcome.”

“I’m serious, Justin. What are you trying to do here? Are you on her side trying to sabotage me too?”

“Jesus Christ, would you listen to yourself?”

I scoffed. “It’s very well plausible and you know it.”

Justin raised his eyebrows at my words. He pretended to hold a tea cup and its saucer and take a sip with his pinkie flicked upwards. “Well, to what do I owe this pleasure, then?”

I rolled my eyes. “If you’re trying to play me—”

“I’m not,” Justin said, standing up to level with me. Actually, be a tad bit taller. “I just know what Stella is trying to do, and I’m trying to make it a fair fight.”

“Yeah, okay,” I muttered, unconvinced.

“You know what? Why don’t you go back to your boyfriend and your dead daddy? Stop wasting my time.”

I burned with rage, and instead of yelling to avoid drawing more attention, I hissed, “You should lose a parent so you know what it feels like!” I caught myself and watched as Justin hadn’t moved his stern gaze. “Oh my God.” I covered my mouth. The burn in my blood slipping away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I’m so sorry, it’s just that—”

“See! That’s—” he pointed— “what I mean!”

“What?” I asked confusedly.

He shook his head and chortled humourlessly. “Even when the other person is wrong, you apologise. You are so frightened of doing wrong that you end up doing nothing. That’s—” he pointed again— “why Stella is ahead of you.” Then he sighed. “I’m only trying to help because, like I said, I like a fair fight.”

“That was risky move to say some shit like that,” I said.

“I’m sorry. I just had to make my point as bluntly as possible. The shock factor seems to work on you.”

I kept my brows furrowed but my eyes on him. He was one of those people wasn’t he? The snake. The type that can be your best friend or your worst enemy. I thought he was my worst enemy, he’s definitely not my best friend, so where does that leave him? He’d probably be baby snake, if anything.

“I don’t even understand some of it,” I finally said, jutting my chin out in the direction of the ledger. “You’re writing is horrible and disorganised. Besides, sometimes you just give only dates and two or three words. I don’t get it. So it’s useless. But…thanks?” The gratitude tasted weird coming off my tongue. Like vinegar and oil trying to mix.

“Fine,” he shrugged, “then we’ll have coffee some time and I’ll go over it with you so you’re in the know.”

This time, I couldn’t help but grin and grimace at the same time. “Go out for coffee? With you? Alone?”

“If you have a curfew, we can go for breakfast,” he teased, grinning.

“What in our history together makes you think I’m even capable of something like that?”


2 thoughts on “Red Lobster

  1. Meet him in a public place with your clothes on Anna.

    I don’t know if I’d agree w him that you don’t know what you’re doing at your job so you do nothing. Personal life maybe but your job?

    What part of ‘getting ahead’ is Stella able to ‘best’ Anna at? I really am confused. I know nothing of the book industry. Does Anna want to be an editor or writer or both? What does she actually do? How do you advance?

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