Page 145 of It's Not PMS, It's You

My priorities had changed.

Managing partner just didn’t have the same appeal it had had when I first started working there. Now, I knew with absolute certainty that I had no desire to be a part of this organization.

The only goal at the moment was to beat Mason at his own game.

I shook my head in disgust. “What a heartless bastard you are.”

“Maybe so, but I’m going to be managing partner soon.”

“Not if I can help it.” Dee entered the office and walked toward me, with all the confidence in the world.

“What the hell areyoudoing here?” Mason asked.

She smirked. “Helping Ruth put you in your place.” Dee turned to me and handed me a note, smiling. “We can talk about my raise some other time.” She smiled and walked out the door.

I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I unfolded the piece of paper and read it, because Dee always delivered the goods.

Mason bought 10,000 shares of Mathors Aerospace BEFORE the deal.

I nodded, and folded up the piece of paper, smiling.

Dee never ceased to amaze me.

I love that woman to death.

The only thing she was missing was a superhero cape.

She was worth her weight in gold.

That’s why she was my best friend. She had my back. I had hers.

I’ve said before that I could attribute the success in my career to hard work, determination, experience, and knowing how to deal with men’s super-sized egos. It was also about having the right information available to make the right decision at the right time.

Mason was going down.

And that made me giddy with laughter.

“Why are you still here?” Mason stared at me. “What’s so funny?”

I walked over and sat on the edge of his desk, pushing some papers aside. “I’ve got some bad news, Mason.”

He let out a nervous chuckle. “What are you talking about?”

I held the piece of paper in the air. “It seems as if a certain douchebag partner in our firm bought some shares in Mathors. Now,whocould that be?” I scratched the side of my face, pretending to think about it.

Mason froze and turned white, at a loss for words.

“What do you think will happen when the Securities and Exchange Commission finds out about this very clear case of insider trading? Sounds likesomeoneI know had better turn in their resignation, unless they want the SEC to find out. I mean, you must know you could go to jail for this, right?”

“You bitch!” Mason jumped to his feet, his chair slamming into the wall with a loud bang, and then falling over in the process.

Gary rushed into the office. “What’s going on here? Everyone in the office can hear you.”

Mason pointed at me. “Ruth is . . .” He poked the inside of his cheek a couple of times with his tongue.

I slid off the desk and glared at him, daring him to say something.

I really didn’t care either way at this point.