The Kiss Contract - Part 8
by Aurora Bisou
You look stunned.
Kim struggles to find her voice.
She’s shocked and embarrassed to feel her eyes mist over.
She swallows, hoping to prevent her voice from cracking.
I… I…
I am.
Honestly, I can’t see why you would be.
Al Peters here…
Brad gestures toward one of the brokers.
Al said you destroyed the Apple deal yesterday.
Now Brad, I don’t think I used those exact words.
And it isn’t constructive to take that tone.
Ms. Blake did the right thing when she reported her error to me.
I was able to move quickly and amend the mistake.
These things happen.
I appreciate your understanding, Al, but this was a…
Brad looks down at his file to consult his notes.
It was a $9,900,000 mistake.
We had to put down a notation in your file, Ms. Blake.
Wow, um, okay.
Kim puts her head in her hands.
Her thoughts scatter and race.
There must be some way to save her job.
Don’t you have to give me some sort of warning when a note goes in my file?
Brad?
I was under the impression that you did inform Ms. Blake of the notation.
I did, sir. Ms. Blake must be misremembering.
Excuse me?
I told you off the premises, at the local pub.
I thought that would make things more comfortable for you.
What are you talking about?
Hmm, what’s the name of that pub?
Oh yes! McKellan’s.
That’s where I told you.
Is there a reason you wouldn’t remember, Ms. Blake?
Were you distracted by someone - I mean, something - else?
Kim narrows her eyes at Brad, seeing through his charade.
She frantically searches for a way out of this mess,
But Brad has her trapped.
She can’t admit that she was busy making out with Neil that night.
Grinding her teeth, she answers Brad.
I can’t see how I could have forgotten something like that.
Very well.
So you know, another factor led to your dismissal as well.
Oh? And what did I do this time?
Brad hands her a piece of legal paper.
This is a contract that you drafted this morning.
You submitted it at 12:15pm - probably right before lunch, hmm?
How could you possibly know that?
Just a hunch.
Brad, enough with the dramatics, please.
This was the contract for a deal that Dan Callows made.
Brad gestures to the other broker sitting in his office.
As you know, Dan is one of our TOP brokers at the firm.
I appreciate the affirmation, Brad, but I don’t think it’s pertinent to Kimberly’s case.
Agreed. Aren’t you being a little hard on her?
No!
Dan’s clients bring in the biggest portion of our earnings.
Therefore, it’s EXTREMELY important that his clients get paid promptly and CORRECTLY.
Emphasis on “correctly.”
Yes, Brad, I think we all understood which word you were emphasizing.
Please - let’s get on with this, there’s no need to twist the knife.
All right. Kim, you made an error on Dan’s contract this morning.
You assigned the payment to the wrong payee.
That means that one of Dan’s clients will get a check for no apparent reason.
Oh my gosh!
Dan, I’m so sorry!
I’ve been so distracted lately, I…
You’ve been drawing at your desk?
Brad - stop it!
But she WAS drawing!
I was walking by, minding my own business, and I saw Ms. Blake drawing.
Maybe if she didn’t spend so much time on her sketches…
She wouldn’t make so many careless mistakes.
I’m sorry, but I need to step in here.
This is beginning to sound like a witch hunt.
I have a suspicion something else is going on here…
Ms. Blake, is there a reason, outside of work, that Brad would be attacking your character?
Sir!
Ms. Blake?
Please be honest. This is a closed meeting.
Kim looks down at her hands.
She doesn’t know if she should point a finger at Brad,
Because if she does,
Doesn’t that make her morals just as bad as his?
But on the other hand, Brad is doing something very wrong here.
He’s abusing his power.
And Kim needs to stand up for herself…
She clears her throat and speaks loudly.
There IS something.
This is embarrassing for me to say, but Brad and I went on a date last night.
I asked him if it was okay for me to date someone from HR…
And he said it was okay, because he wasn’t assigned to me.
The date didn’t… we just didn’t click.
I realized that I still had feelings for someone else.
And it seems like Brad might still be upset about last night.
He might be taking out his feelings on me.
God, I feel like such a tattle tale, but that feels wrong.
And I don’t think I should be treated that way.
Please don’t feel bad, Ms. Blake.
That’s a very grave accusation, but we take our sexual harassment policy seriously here.
Sexual harassment? No, it wasn’t -
WHAT?! You’ve GOT to be KIDDING ME.
Yes, it was. What Brad did, that’s sexual harassment.
Besides, as far as I see it…
You only have two strikes against you.
I’m a big baseball fan, Ms. Blake. Are you?
I guess…
Well then. It seems only fair that you’d get as many strikes as the baseball players.
I say we give her one more. What do you say, Al?
I say that’s a great idea, Dan.
Oh, COME ON!! What is this, a Brady Bunch special?!
Excuse me?
This woman deserves to be fired.
No - she NEEDS to be fired. Immediately!
Careful, Brad, you’re on thin ice…
No! I won’t let you bully me out of this decision!
I have transcripts here - copies of Kim’s IB conversations.
Excuse me?
You read my IB conversations?
Is he allowed to do that??
Well… yes. As an HR employee, he is.
Instant Bloomberg is a company property.
Ha!
Then I’d like to report that I’ve seen Kim canoodling with an employee of Maxmillion & Lloyd.
Kim feels the color drain from her face at the mention of Neil’s firm.
Maxmillion & Lloyd?
You bet.
Feeling nervous now, Kim?
Brad…
No! Al, I have evidence here - in writing!
Kim shared information about your Apple deal with said employee of Maxmillion & Lloyd.
Yes, but in what context?
I stand by my earlier comment… are you taking this too far, Brad?
Perhaps we can all review the files together.
Kim, we would need your permission to do so.
Absolutely not.
Excuse me?
See, I told you - she’s guilty.
No. You know what?
I don’t need this shit.
And yes, I just said “shit” in a meeting with HR and two major brokers.
Because the fact of the matter is -
I’m not even going to let you fire me.
I quit.
And with that, Kim throws open the door and storms out of Brad’s office.
She races back to her computer and sends a quick IB -
Her very last IB - to her favorite person in the world.
Her hands are shaking the entire time.
Hey, it’s me.
Meet me at our spot in 5 minutes. No time to explain.
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