Eight Years His Girlfriend, Thirty Days His Downfall - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The next morning, I needed the latest sales data for my presentation to the big boss.
I sent out work emails but got radio silence.
I went to track people down directly, and got the exact same response from everyone:
"Sorry, Sable said Mr. Thorne needs it urgently. She told us to get it to him first."
"Sable said Mr. Thorne hasn't reviewed the data yet, so we can't release it to you."
"You should check with Sable. We're just following her orders."
The second I turned around, the snickering started up behind me:
"The old crow can act all high and mighty, but she still needs us!"
"I say we just call her 'basic bitch' at this point. All attitude, no power!"
I immediately called Callan. Straight to voicemail.
This deliberate freeze-out was basically a public humiliation.
I marched straight to Callan's office.
I walked in and found Sable all over him, like they were in their own little world.
When he saw me, his voice had this edge of annoyance:
"Jesus, do you not know how to knock?"
I stared straight at him, my voice ice-cold:
"Callan, I need the latest sales data for my presentation."
His frown deepened:
"I already told you—I need to use that data first. What's the rush?"
He paused, then added:
"Sable's being extra careful going through everything so you don't blow a gasket over some tiny mistake again."
"Tiny mistake?"
I almost laughed out loud:
"Callan, she screwed up data that affects multi-million dollar project decisions!"
I took a breath and tried again:
"Your idea of 'being careful' is letting someone who can't even read a basic spreadsheet hold up critical data?"
Sable's eyes immediately filled with tears, her voice dripping with hurt:
"Rowan, I know I'm not as smart as you, but I'm really trying my best here..."
"Sable, this isn't your fault!"
Callan immediately pulled her closer, his voice going all gentle.
When he turned back to me, there was actual disgust in his eyes:
"Rowan! Are you fucking kidding me right now? You're losing your shit over nothing! You really are turning into an old crow!"
Hearing those words come straight out of his mouth hit me like a slap.
He completely ignored the hurt in my eyes and kept going, his voice getting louder:
"You can't do your job right, and then you throw these tantrums! Calling you an old crow is being nice!"
"Look at Sable—she's actually humble! I'm only saying this for your own good!"
Sable was leaning into Callan's shoulder, and I could see the smug satisfaction written all over her face.
"Fine, Mr.Thorne. I get it. I'll figure out the data myself."
I turned to leave, and behind me I could hear Callan's voice go all soft and soothing again:
"Sable, don't cry. Just ignore her. She's jealous of you, totally twisted..."
I sent out work emails but got radio silence.
I went to track people down directly, and got the exact same response from everyone:
"Sorry, Sable said Mr. Thorne needs it urgently. She told us to get it to him first."
"Sable said Mr. Thorne hasn't reviewed the data yet, so we can't release it to you."
"You should check with Sable. We're just following her orders."
The second I turned around, the snickering started up behind me:
"The old crow can act all high and mighty, but she still needs us!"
"I say we just call her 'basic bitch' at this point. All attitude, no power!"
I immediately called Callan. Straight to voicemail.
This deliberate freeze-out was basically a public humiliation.
I marched straight to Callan's office.
I walked in and found Sable all over him, like they were in their own little world.
When he saw me, his voice had this edge of annoyance:
"Jesus, do you not know how to knock?"
I stared straight at him, my voice ice-cold:
"Callan, I need the latest sales data for my presentation."
His frown deepened:
"I already told you—I need to use that data first. What's the rush?"
He paused, then added:
"Sable's being extra careful going through everything so you don't blow a gasket over some tiny mistake again."
"Tiny mistake?"
I almost laughed out loud:
"Callan, she screwed up data that affects multi-million dollar project decisions!"
I took a breath and tried again:
"Your idea of 'being careful' is letting someone who can't even read a basic spreadsheet hold up critical data?"
Sable's eyes immediately filled with tears, her voice dripping with hurt:
"Rowan, I know I'm not as smart as you, but I'm really trying my best here..."
"Sable, this isn't your fault!"
Callan immediately pulled her closer, his voice going all gentle.
When he turned back to me, there was actual disgust in his eyes:
"Rowan! Are you fucking kidding me right now? You're losing your shit over nothing! You really are turning into an old crow!"
Hearing those words come straight out of his mouth hit me like a slap.
He completely ignored the hurt in my eyes and kept going, his voice getting louder:
"You can't do your job right, and then you throw these tantrums! Calling you an old crow is being nice!"
"Look at Sable—she's actually humble! I'm only saying this for your own good!"
Sable was leaning into Callan's shoulder, and I could see the smug satisfaction written all over her face.
"Fine, Mr.Thorne. I get it. I'll figure out the data myself."
I turned to leave, and behind me I could hear Callan's voice go all soft and soothing again:
"Sable, don't cry. Just ignore her. She's jealous of you, totally twisted..."
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