Boss lady-1

“You all right, Tim?”

“It’s nothing.” I said. “Indigestion, I think.”

I bit my tongue in an effort to steel myself. Jenna was looking at me as she sipped her water.

‘That’s right, twat. You won’, I thought, pursing my lips tightly so they wouldn’t tremble. She continued looking at me while Clark was on the phone with Randy, our chief analyst. Her steady gaze discomforted me, and I could feel my insides squirming.

Grant hung up the phone.

“Well, I guess that’s it. Tim, why don’t you review Jenna’s data, and we can meet again tomorrow. I’m looking forward to your weighing in on this.”

We both got up to go, and I was at the door.

“Jenna, stick around for a minute, will you?” Grant said.

Jenna caught my eye as I opened the door. She answered Grant, but she was looking – and smiling – straight at me.

“Sure, Grant.” she said, and turned her back to me.

I fumed my way back to my office. Jesus, I felt like the floor had disappeared from under me. Suddenly, my status in the company seemed uncertain, at the very least. Oh, I’d keep my position, but I could see clearly that I was no longer Grant’s go-to guy for the larger accounts.