Breathing heavy, she stared at him with contempt. “Goddamn it. Goddamn it to hell and back! What the fuck, Mr. Steele? You fucking asshole! Everything, everything I have fucking worked for is screwed. How could you do this to me?” “I didn’t do anything, Caitlyn,” Tag shot back. “How can you stand working with those pricks? Who gives a fuck what they think.” “I do!” Caitlyn felt tears stinging her eyes and felt her nails bite into the palms of her hands as she clenched them into fists. “I just got fired. Fired! You may not fucking care about my job, but I sure as hell do.” “I care! What can they fire you for, you didn’t do anything wrong! Hell, even if they don’t, you should quit. Your boss is a fucking asshole. I should’ve just beat the shit out of that little prick.” Tag growled as he yanked his jacket off, throwing it across the room. “Christ, if you want that damn job so bad I’ll call Richard Manchester and take care of this.” “I just slept with a client!”
