Chapter 4: At The Bar

Her day had not been showered with gifts and sex and kissing.

She was fired by her boss and bed partner, Gerry Grace.

“Are you sure with that Gerry?!” Her sharp shriek reverberated in the walls of his office.

“Just because of a shitty video, you will directly fire me to protect the reputation of a company? How about your image as a manager? Do the board members or even your wife know that you were feasting different women every other night?”

Apparently, someone took a video the moment Wisdom shamed Francine and Richard at the supermarket yesterday…and uploaded it on social media as well.

Gerry’s face was oozing with fury. The unrecognizable wrath on his face reflects on the screen of his MacBook—wholly irritated. If this woman was not very beautiful and had no huge breasts, he would probably be dragging her outside his office by now.

“It’s the request of the upper management, Wisdom. Besides, there are many aspiring secretary applicants waiting outside this room at this very moment.”

Wisdom looked briefly at the door before returning her gaze to the man in front of her.

“So that’s why you were firing me like throwing rubbish in the trash bin?” Her eyes radiate unfeigned rage.

“Because you have a new sexy Secretary to serve you? To play with you? To blow the god-damned cock between your legs?” Wisdom could no longer contain her boiling anger. She clenched her fists tightly as if she was ready to punch Gerry’s groin.

Gerry couldn’t refuse the allegations though. Wisdom’s words did resonate verity—resonate truth. To be frank, he had grown tired of Wisdom’s presence…and her body. There are a myriad of fresh applicants waiting outside anyway. Just after thirty minutes of job interview with any of the lined-up women outside, he’ll have a new toy to play with after a long time spending between Wisdom’s legs.

“You’re right, Wisdom. But, change is the only thing constant on this planet, dearest. So, I suggest you apply for another job at another company so that you’ll have a daily meal at your table.”

He then leaned closer to her, who was sitting calmly on a chair a few inches across his table.

“We can still hook up anyway. Just call me and I’ll be there...inside you.” That was more of a whisper of invitation than a casual reminder.

Wisdom’s brows met, painting a scowled face. Without any more words to say, she grabbed the little pink envelope on the table and stood. She went straight to the door without even turning back or bothering to say goodbye to her former boss.

He heard the door slam as he turned back to get his coffee from the table near the window.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Gerry muttered as he took a sip from his Starbucks Frappe.

***

The revelry and clinking of glasses flooded in the ears of Wisdom. The price of this margarita flashed back from her mind. It costs twenty dollars—the only money left in her pocket. She will not also wish that her bank account had more cents left considering the fact that Gerry had ceased sending her money a few hours ago when he fired her—thrown her out was probably more accurate and precise.

She could sense that he had grown tired of her body. Gerry is a type of asshole that always wants to discover different sizes of women’s tits and various tightness of women’s pussy. He always wants to enter a new narrow cave every night as if he owns all the women in the world.

Wisdom just shook her head in dismay; in frustration and disappointment. All men in her life were either an asshole, a dickhead, or both—just like her father who left them when she was just nine years old.

She took the last sip in her margarita before ordering another one: a mojito. Luckily, Gerry secretly handed her a hundred dollars on a little pink envelope as soon as she slammed the office door shut.

This hotel happens to be the most expensive and most luxurious in their city. Now she knows why, just by looking at the price of the mojito. Wisdom wished she didn’t glance at the price of the cocktail.

She silently consumed the drink while roaming her eyes around. There are some men who were necking their girlfriends—or probably their other girlfriends. There are also some women whose dress is an inch away from being naked; that a little tug of their dress will make their chest wholly visible in the eyes of drinkers and bartenders in this bar room.

‘This is truly the room where men take their mistresses and other girlfriends…’ Wisdom knows this as this was also the place where Gerry took her the first time they hooked up. This has also been the place where she constantly sees Francine with Richard, along with Francine’s other men.

Wisdom finished her mojito. She was about to order another cocktail—a vodka martini—when a man sat beside her.

She blinked at her seatmate: It was the C.E.O. from the grocery store.