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... mats. Not very hard, but hard enough that it hurt. "Next," he said, not bothering to help me up. "While I'm at it I want to clear up some fucking nasty rumors that I have been hearing around here. I am not now nor have I ever been a fucking racist. And if anybody is bold enough to say it about me behind my back they should be able to say it to my face and we can discuss it. He glared at me like it was my fault. Everyone in the room probably thought I was saying it. He continued, "I had to go to some fucking sensitivity training that I don't fucking need just because I am in charge of a bunch of fucking pussies, instead of spending my off days inside my girl. The shit had me so emotional; I think I need to grow my balls back. He took us all outside and made us run one of the toughest obstacle courses from basic training. "You fucking happy now," he asked me when I walked back into the building doggedly tired, like everyone else. He then made us do push-ups on the mat. It was supposed to be our weekend off, but training trumps off time in a regular work week. "This is some bullshit! Why don't you just tell him you said the shit Nichols?" someone yelled out at me. "It wasn't me; you fucking prick," I yelled back. "Bullshit," another guy said. "She said that she didn't say it, so shut the fuck up," Desean countered before I could. "Everybody shut the fuck up. I know who said the shit, and she knows who said it too. I think we understand each other very well at this point. You're ...

... all dismissed," Shia spit. Chapter Six Shia "See this is why I didn't want to work with her. It's driving me crazy," Shia said later as he sat with his friend Logan at his place. "Just transfer her out," Logan said. "If I do that she is going to be on everybody's shit list-- so I can't. And, plus, she is a damn good agent. I'd rather let some of these pansy-assed little twits go first." "Yeah. That and you won't see her anymore," Logan told his best friend. "Just fucking give her the ring." He flattened his palm against his chest. "No. Because, I'm not ready and no one is going to f***e me to do some shit I don't want to do yet." "Then why the fuck did you buy it over two years ago?" "I was getting used to the idea. I mean eventually I want to do the whole thing, but not this fucking minute. I mean-- "Dude, it's just us and believe me; I understand how you feel. So stop with the sweating bullets and stuttering, Logan laughed. *** Chapter Seven After that training weekend I realized that, in a way Shia was right, our personal life was also affecting our work relationship. I decided to just swallow the fact that he and I were no longer together, that it was over, and that I needed to be as professional as possible at work. I stopped with the snide comments and focused only on my job. I stopped talking to him altogether unless it was necessary. I spent my first Thanksgiving without him in three years and I felt every bit of lonely. Shia had traded his blonde in for a brunette. I ...