How Dare You Fire Me Does Your Father Know Novels & Stories

"I figured I was old enough to make my own decisions." "Well you figured wrong." He snapped. "He wants me to fire you." My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened. I stepped forward unconsciously. "You won't fire me, will you?". "He can't tell me what to do but since he's your father and he doesn't want you to work here..." "You don't strike me as a man who'd take orders from someone else." I blurted out. "You have more money than he does and you're a..." I paused.

the Secretary said. "You've been fired for being so oblivious that you didn't realize it was my son you wanted to call securities for." My father said, and the girl fell to her knees, her face flushed with shock and surprise. "S..sir, I had no idea he was your son, I'm so sorry," she stammers, pleading for mercy. "You've been dismissed; leave my office right now before I call the same security to see you out," he said, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

The blue car's owner and the rude guy earlier. Fucking lucky. "Dad, I can you do me a favor?" Dad groans, probably throwing a tantrum because I push his chair all of the sudden earlier but I just widely smile at him. "Okay, what is it? I'll do what I can-" "Can you fire someone?" "What?" Shock was evident in his voice. I mean, his daughter just ask him to fire someone all of the sudden. Who wouldn't be shock? "Who?" My smile went wider. I pointed the picture on the screen.

“You know you’ve got some nerve telling me things like that and thinking I won’t tell my dad. The second I open my mouth, you’re getting fired.” He laughs and it’s an annoying sound that has me wanting to strangle him. “You think your father’s going to believe that after what went down with Carter?” He snorts, turning his attention back to the road. “Yeah. Goodluck with that.” A hard lump settles in my throat, a testament to how frustrated I am. What can I even say to that? What comeback could I possibly have? None. Because he’s absolutely right. Dad wouldn’t believe me. Not right now anyway. He’d think I’m just saying that to get him to fire these men and bring Carter back.

My mother turned and went back into the house, slamming the door in my face. My father peered at me disappointedly and said, "Tonia, I thought we disciplined you enough. How did you turn into a harlot just under one week after you went to work in the Jackson's villa? If your mother and I accommodate you, what will the pack members say about us? Not just that, what did you do wrong to get fired? You cannot get us locked up in the dungeon with you." The weather darkened as if heavy rainfall was on the way. I decided to come clean to my father since I had no other option left.

“You’re not my daddy or anything.” His look flickers raw fire, and the second I say that word, I feel it burn inside of me. Daddy. It just hangs there in the air between us, like this dirty little tease, the silence growing as my face burns hotter. I might not have a ton of experience, but I’m not an idiot. I know the filthiness that word can carry. I know what I heard late at night a few weeks back, when Carrie came back to the room late and drunk with some guy and thought I was asleep.

I needed to be with people who felt familiar and an environment that felt safe, if not, I would go crazy with all the silence. My father, as always, was seated in the living room with his tablet, glasses perched low on his nose. He looked up at me with a displeased expression as I came into the house, and I knew immediately that he had already heard the rumors. Damn it! “Good afternoon, Dad,” I said by way of greeting. He didn’t reply to my greeting. “So it’s true?” “I don’t understand. What is true?” “Why aren’t you at work by this time of the day, and what’s this nonsense I hear about Jeff Wilson firing you? That has to be the joke of the century, right?”

I tried to calm myself down because I was just a trigger away from a breakdown. When I looked up, Finn was standing at the other side. He leaned against the door jamb and watched me. "You seem upset. You got into a call with your father?" I scoffed. "You definitely know he's the one." "What's he saying?" "Asking me to apologize to Kelvin and fire you." Finn nodded. He was expressionless. "That's... Not so new?" I stood to my feet and walked to him. "I am not going to fire you, Finn. There's a lot of things we haven't done and the truth is not so far away."

And even he was learning to ask if he wanted my cooperation. My. Head. Hurt. Conveying the message Goliath needed to hear would work better if I could yell. Damnshrieking like a banshee was out of the question. I pressed my fingers to my temple, lifted my head, and glared. My voice was low and direct, "I know you must think you have some say in what the hell I do or don't do, but you're misinformed." I winced due to the unintentional rise in my voice, but kept going. "My father may have hired you, but I'm firing you." I lifted my hand and made a shooing motion toward the door. "Go on, get your ass out of my room, and give me some peace. Have someone with a better disposition replace you." I

He laughed lightly and looked at me. "You can't fire me, your father can." "Why can't I?" I stood up and my voice rose a few decibels, I crossed my arms and glared at him. "Because you don't command yourself, you're still daddy's daughter. He hired me, he has the power to fire me." I breathed heavily, I was furious and tired of him. Of his arrogance and pedantry. "Fine, stay and live for the rest of the summer, but don't think that will make everything go back to the way it was, just don't even dream about it."