Suzaku watched Kallen from across the office. She pretended to not notice as she busied herself with this call and that email, until finally, there was nothing more she could hide behind. C.C. was away on a lunch appointment, and with both of them working at maximum efficiency, they had cleared out the long list of busy work that had been placed on their desk, and with nowhere left to hide, and an embittered Suzaku, she could do little to avoid his questioning.
“Why are you looking for a new job?”
“Who said I was-”
“I know you’re job-hunting, Kallen. If you’re going to hide something, make sure not to hide it on your desk while you run to the bathroom. What’s wrong? Finally fed up with C.C.?”
“None of your business,” she hissed. “And you’d better shut your mouth about this too, or else-”
“Or else what? What’re you going to do? What can you do as the senior PA? Make me go on a coffee run? Send me off on a little scavenger hunt for a scarf? What can you even make me do while you sit there and look for a new job behind C.C.’s-”
“You don’t know shit,” she snapped. Her face as red as her hair, she glared at him as she growled, “You don’t fucking know anything. If you knew, you wouldn’t be like this. You’d be doing the same exact thing if you were in my shoes.”
She scowled at him before tightly crossing her arms across her chest. Seconds ticked by, and then minutes, before she finally made a decision.
“They’re going to fire C.C.”
It wasn’t even his job that was being threatened and yet he felt the ground swallow him up. Kallen raised a brow as he suddenly vanished. Leaning over her desk, she scrutinized him from where he lay sprawled on the ground.
“What the hell do you think you’re pulling? This is a professional work environment. Get the hell off your ass before someone sees you.”
“…They can’t fire C.C. This has been her whole life. Firing her will be just like shooting her.”
“Yeah, well, they can, and they’re going to. That’s what that lunch meeting is for. They’re going to butter her up real nice, squeeze out the rest of the plans for this month’s issue, and then let her go.”
When she saw his look of hurt, she rolled her eyes.
“It’s a cold world out there, Suzaku, and it’s even colder in here. You should know that by now.”
“You can’t fire someone without probable-”
“Bad publicity. It’s already affecting our sales. Do you know how much money we’ve lost over in the UK? Circulation’s been cut nearly in half in the first week alone. C.C.’s done for. She’s never going to work in this world ever again. Not even in a job like yours. So if I were you, I’d stand in the right line and get moving. I’ve got bills to pay, and so do you. Don’t get kicked to the streets just because you want to get into her pants. If you haven’t heard, she’s taken.”
There was no way… Kallen had to be bluffing. What would she know? And how could she be so callous about this? So what if it was a cold world? That was all the more reason to care. Clearly no one else did. No one else was thinking about anyone but themselves, seeing as how they were so easily and quickly letting her go at the slightest bit of bad news. How long had C.C. been working for this company? Since she had been 17, wasn’t it? First as a model, and then on the staff. She’d dedicated her life to this magazine, had slaved away and labored for 15 years, and for what? To be used – drained – one last time before being kicked under the rug?
How could they be so coldblooded? How could they be so cruel?
How could they be vicious?