“Brian,” she said with that slight Persian accent which he normally found so alluring. “We need to talk about some issues. I have to make a phone call and then I’ll call you in so don’t go anywhere.” With that she strode into her own office and closed the door.
The fluttering in Brian’s stomach suddenly turned into a cold sinking feeling that settled somewhere between his balls and his behind. Damn. Even if he got to keep his job, he had the feeling that Judgement Day had arrived and he would either have to shape up or ship out.
After ten minutes of pretending to review his workload, the intercom on his phone beeped and Roya summoned him in. Aware that his hands were slightly trembling, he headed in to find his boss leaning back in her chair looking thoughtful.