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POLLY & HER BOSS
PUNISHING POLLY #2
Polly & Her Boss
Copyright © 2013 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names, characters, places, businesses, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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She searched for any glimmer of mercy in his eyes, any chance that he might relent, but there was nothing.
When nineteen-year-old Polly comes to work late yet again she’s worried that her boss is going to yell at her. But this time Mr. Evans has had enough and threatens to fire her. Polly is living paycheck to paycheck and if she gets fired she’ll lose everything she has. Is she willing to do whatever it takes to persuade him to keep her on the payroll?
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POLLY STEERED HER BATTERED CIVIC into an empty parking space and turned off the key with a groan. She was late for work again, second time this week, and Mr. Evans was going to kill her. Last week he had written her up and given her dire warnings of what would happen if she didn’t straighten her act out. Now she sat unmoving in her car, hands frozen on the steering wheel as she debated whether it might not be better just to call in sick.
The worst part was that it hadn’t even been her fault this time. She had gotten up when her alarm went off and actually managed to leave a little early, only to be stuck in traffic for twenty minutes while the police cleared a wreck. Twenty minutes sitting in a hot car with an air conditioner that didn’t work while she breathed in exhaust fumes left her frazzled, and by the time she made it to the office parking lot she wasn’t sure if she could take Mr. Evans yelling at her again. Cold dread settled into the pit of her stomach just thinking about it—the last time he had sent her home in tears and she hadn’t been able to make herself go to class that night.
Between her boss and her statistics class and hitting her neighbor’s car a couple of weeks back, Polly was about at her limit. She had bills due, though, and she couldn’t really afford to miss work. Since she was only part-time she didn’t get sick days, so if she took a day off her check was going to be awfully ugly just when she needed it the most. Might as well go in and face the music and get it over with.
Hoping to avoid notice she went in through the side door instead of passing through the main lobby. It took her an extra minute or so, but she didn’t have to pass Mr. Evans’s office that way. With a little luck she could get to her cubicle without her boss seeing her, and he might not even notice her tardiness. Well, eventually he would catch it on the computerized time sheets, but by then it would be in the past and he might not get quite so angry.
She tiptoed the last twenty feet so her heels wouldn’t click on the tiled floor, past cubicles full of other girls wearing headphones all typing madly away to convert voice recordings to text. None of them spared her so much as a glance as she glided by. When she reached her own space she slid into her chair, quickly logged on to her computer, and let out a deep sigh of relief as her assignment list appeared on the screen. She had made it.
For the next half hour Polly’s fingers flew over the keyboard in her determination to make up for lost time, since as long as she wasn’t actually behind on her work Mr. Evans seemed more inclined to let her off with warnings. The fact that she was really good at her job certainly didn’t hurt, either. Of course the best thing to do would just be to try a little harder to get to work on time. It was just so hard with her class schedule and the amount of homework and studying she had to keep up with, though. Until now she had never dreamed that her senior year of college would be this tough. She never seemed to get enough sleep; the only time she remotely caught up was on the weekends, and by the middle of the week she felt like a zombie all over again. But she was determined to make it through the year without giving up or slacking off, whatever it took. She was too close to finishing.