Cocky Brat, chapter 8
*few days later*
"Yes sir, everything's going according to schedule," Kathleen says to her boss, Mr. Klipt as they walk down the sidewalk, he came all the way from Oakland to personally check up on things.
"And how's editing going?" Mr. Klipt asks putting his hands in his pockets.
"Well, how about you see for yourself," Kathleen says confidently, "Just let me get my assistant."
"Do you want to use my phone?" he asks about to reach for his cell.
"Nope, she's right here in the motel room," Kathleen gibbers as she reaches for her key.
"I heard you got a new assistant?"
"Yes because mine went on maternity leave," She says opening the door. She stops in shock as she sees a bare, male, back and ass on the blanket flung bed and hears her daughter's laugh. The mystery guy turns around and she's shocked to see its Joseph Armstrong. "Holy shit," She says closing the door quickly.
"Wasn't that," Mr. Klipt stutters, "Wasn't that Armstrong's son?"
"I believe so," Kathleen says putting her head in her hands.
*
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Vanessa yelps as she fumbles around the room to get dressed.
"Was that your mom?" Joey asks as he too tries to locate his scattered clothing.
"Yeah, and her boss," She says tying up her hair, "I'm pretty sure I won't be getting a promotion now," She mutters sarcastically, "I fucking told you it was a bad idea."
"Well how was I supposed to know!" Joey says just as pissed as she is.
They open the motel room door and step outside.
"Miss Cuebert," Mr. Klipt says seriously as he looks Joseph over, confirming his identity, "I'm sorry, but your actions leave me no other choice but to fire you."
"I can accept that sir," She says shyly.
"You are to take the next flight back to Oakland," She nods, "And Kathleen, we need to talk."
Vanessa watches as Mr. Klipt and her mother walk away. She turns around and heads back into the motel room, slamming the door behind her.
"Ness, I'm sorry," Joey says coming in after her.
"Don't! Just shut up!" she says gathering up all her stuff and shoving it in her suitcase.
"Vanessa."
"I just got fired!" she yells, "Don't you understand that! This going to affect me getting any other job because I'll have to put this as a reference on my résumé!"
"I-"
"No don't talk! What do you think he'll say when a potential employer calls!" she exclaims, "Yes, I had to fire her because she was sleeping with our client's son!"
She digs through her purse for the airline business card as Joey stands there in silence.
"You can leave if you want," She mumbles as she grabs her cell phone and locks herself in the bathroom to make the phone call. He sits on the messy bed for a moment and takes out his cell phone. He dials the only number he can think of.
"Hey boy."
"Dad," He says slowly, "I fucked things up."
"What? What did you do?" he says worriedly.
"Kathleen and her boss walked in on Vanessa and I... together," He says trying not to freak out while saying this, "She got fired."
"You fucking moron," Billie Joe says calmly.
"Since you're their client do you think-"
"I can't," his father says apologetically, "She's only an assistant, I don't wanna sound like a jerk but she's expendable. If she had anything to do the creative process then I could."
"Yeah, I understand," Joey sighs. "Bye." He hangs up his phone as Vanessa comes out of the washroom.
"When's your flight?" he whispers.
"I have to be at the airport in half an hour," She says zipping up her suitcase. "You know the number for a cab service?"
"I'll drive you," she doesn't agree nor protest. She goes into a daze as he takes her suitcase and carries it out to his rental car. He comes back into the room and stares at her for a second, "Are you ready to go?" she nods and silently walks out of the room.
She sits in the passenger seat of the car as Joey requests directions for the airport on the on star system. She remembered he hated using that thing; the voice annoyed the living hell out of him. The drive is silent except for the computer voice telling them to turn at certain points.
They arrive at the front of the airport and sit there silently in the car for a minute.
"Well, it was nice knowing you," she says monotonously.
"Vanessa." She holds up her hand to silence him.
"Good bye," She leans forward and kisses his lips gently, savoring the short bittersweet moment. Joseph sighs as he pulls the lever to open the trunk. He reaches to open his door.
"Don't get out of the car," She whispers.
"But-"
"Joseph, don't get out of the car," She repeats as she opens her own door and steps out. Joey watches through the windows as she makes her way to the back of the car and retrieves her suitcase, slamming the trunk shut and heading for the air port entrance. She doesn't look back once as she goes through the air port doors.
"Yes sir, everything's going according to schedule," Kathleen says to her boss, Mr. Klipt as they walk down the sidewalk, he came all the way from Oakland to personally check up on things.
"And how's editing going?" Mr. Klipt asks putting his hands in his pockets.
"Well, how about you see for yourself," Kathleen says confidently, "Just let me get my assistant."
"Do you want to use my phone?" he asks about to reach for his cell.
"Nope, she's right here in the motel room," Kathleen gibbers as she reaches for her key.
"I heard you got a new assistant?"
"Yes because mine went on maternity leave," She says opening the door. She stops in shock as she sees a bare, male, back and ass on the blanket flung bed and hears her daughter's laugh. The mystery guy turns around and she's shocked to see its Joseph Armstrong. "Holy shit," She says closing the door quickly.
"Wasn't that," Mr. Klipt stutters, "Wasn't that Armstrong's son?"
"I believe so," Kathleen says putting her head in her hands.
*
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Vanessa yelps as she fumbles around the room to get dressed.
"Was that your mom?" Joey asks as he too tries to locate his scattered clothing.
"Yeah, and her boss," She says tying up her hair, "I'm pretty sure I won't be getting a promotion now," She mutters sarcastically, "I fucking told you it was a bad idea."
"Well how was I supposed to know!" Joey says just as pissed as she is.
They open the motel room door and step outside.
"Miss Cuebert," Mr. Klipt says seriously as he looks Joseph over, confirming his identity, "I'm sorry, but your actions leave me no other choice but to fire you."
"I can accept that sir," She says shyly.
"You are to take the next flight back to Oakland," She nods, "And Kathleen, we need to talk."
Vanessa watches as Mr. Klipt and her mother walk away. She turns around and heads back into the motel room, slamming the door behind her.
"Ness, I'm sorry," Joey says coming in after her.
"Don't! Just shut up!" she says gathering up all her stuff and shoving it in her suitcase.
"Vanessa."
"I just got fired!" she yells, "Don't you understand that! This going to affect me getting any other job because I'll have to put this as a reference on my résumé!"
"I-"
"No don't talk! What do you think he'll say when a potential employer calls!" she exclaims, "Yes, I had to fire her because she was sleeping with our client's son!"
She digs through her purse for the airline business card as Joey stands there in silence.
"You can leave if you want," She mumbles as she grabs her cell phone and locks herself in the bathroom to make the phone call. He sits on the messy bed for a moment and takes out his cell phone. He dials the only number he can think of.
"Hey boy."
"Dad," He says slowly, "I fucked things up."
"What? What did you do?" he says worriedly.
"Kathleen and her boss walked in on Vanessa and I... together," He says trying not to freak out while saying this, "She got fired."
"You fucking moron," Billie Joe says calmly.
"Since you're their client do you think-"
"I can't," his father says apologetically, "She's only an assistant, I don't wanna sound like a jerk but she's expendable. If she had anything to do the creative process then I could."
"Yeah, I understand," Joey sighs. "Bye." He hangs up his phone as Vanessa comes out of the washroom.
"When's your flight?" he whispers.
"I have to be at the airport in half an hour," She says zipping up her suitcase. "You know the number for a cab service?"
"I'll drive you," she doesn't agree nor protest. She goes into a daze as he takes her suitcase and carries it out to his rental car. He comes back into the room and stares at her for a second, "Are you ready to go?" she nods and silently walks out of the room.
She sits in the passenger seat of the car as Joey requests directions for the airport on the on star system. She remembered he hated using that thing; the voice annoyed the living hell out of him. The drive is silent except for the computer voice telling them to turn at certain points.
They arrive at the front of the airport and sit there silently in the car for a minute.
"Well, it was nice knowing you," she says monotonously.
"Vanessa." She holds up her hand to silence him.
"Good bye," She leans forward and kisses his lips gently, savoring the short bittersweet moment. Joseph sighs as he pulls the lever to open the trunk. He reaches to open his door.
"Don't get out of the car," She whispers.
"But-"
"Joseph, don't get out of the car," She repeats as she opens her own door and steps out. Joey watches through the windows as she makes her way to the back of the car and retrieves her suitcase, slamming the trunk shut and heading for the air port entrance. She doesn't look back once as she goes through the air port doors.
