went to the back wall and leaned up against it.
“Neville, I need to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to hear anything you’ve got to say.”
“Can’t you just put your pride aside long enough to hear me out?”
“What you did to me was inexcusable. There’s nothing you can say to undo it.”
“What I did? What about you? I was physically attacked and had my keys stolen, then I walked fifteen miles just to see you taking my place on the golf course. You just lost some stupid hair.”
Neville began fuming. “Losing my hair is no small matter. I take great pride in my looks. You know that.”
“I followed you here to apologize for that.”
“It’s too late for that now. I’m going to sign Niroki and move on with my life. I suggest you go back to your failing company and get over it.”
Victoria was indignant. She felt like she was dealing with a little kid throwing a tantrum. The doors opened on Niroki’s floor and Neville stepped out. Victoria was about to follow but felt some resistance. She peeled herself off of the wall and looked behind her where she saw a perfect imprint of her torso where the beautiful mural had once been. She grabbed her suit jacket and swung it around only to see various shades of gold and other striking colors that now adorned her suit. With an exasperated yell she took off after Neville.
22
Neville was just about to knock on Niroki’s door when a hand gripped his shoulder and spun him around with incredible force. He was surprised to see that it was Victoria who had grabbed him. Although he was relieved that it wasn’t some big security guard there to throw him out, he was nonetheless concerned that an enraged Victoria could just as easily pick him up and toss him down the elevator shaft.
“Who do you think you are? You think that just because your daddy owns some big advertising firm that do can do whatever you want. Treat people like dirt. Well here’s a news flash, bub, this isn’t junior high and your bullying doesn’t work in the real world.”
“Who do I think I am? Who do you think you are? Walking around with your morals displayed for everyone to see. You like to put on a show so that other people will see you as this caring person who never thinks about herself. But deep down inside, you know as well as I do, that it’s all about Victoria.”
“How dare you.” Victoria’s face turned a deep shade of purple as she struggled to defend herself. “I spend my life trying to help people. All you do is take advantage of them and try to see how much money you can swindle out of people.”
“Yeah…well at least I make money.”
“Ooo…good one Neville.”
“Quit acting like a child.”
“Me? I have never been talked to like this before. You’re such an oaf.”
The insults continued to fly. Neither one of them was listening to the other, each trying to get out as many words as possible. Victoria had some good shots about his vanity and high priced suits. She was adamant that he only cared for himself.
Meanwhile, Neville targeted her soft heart and kept ranting about how phony she was. Everyone could see past her façade and into the deep deception she had in her soul. When all of the rational arguments ran out, they began to attack each other in the same manner that children would fight over who was their parent’s favorite. Victoria took to calling him a spoiled
“Neville, I need to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to hear anything you’ve got to say.”
“Can’t you just put your pride aside long enough to hear me out?”
“What you did to me was inexcusable. There’s nothing you can say to undo it.”
“What I did? What about you? I was physically attacked and had my keys stolen, then I walked fifteen miles just to see you taking my place on the golf course. You just lost some stupid hair.”
Neville began fuming. “Losing my hair is no small matter. I take great pride in my looks. You know that.”
“I followed you here to apologize for that.”
“It’s too late for that now. I’m going to sign Niroki and move on with my life. I suggest you go back to your failing company and get over it.”
Victoria was indignant. She felt like she was dealing with a little kid throwing a tantrum. The doors opened on Niroki’s floor and Neville stepped out. Victoria was about to follow but felt some resistance. She peeled herself off of the wall and looked behind her where she saw a perfect imprint of her torso where the beautiful mural had once been. She grabbed her suit jacket and swung it around only to see various shades of gold and other striking colors that now adorned her suit. With an exasperated yell she took off after Neville.
22
Neville was just about to knock on Niroki’s door when a hand gripped his shoulder and spun him around with incredible force. He was surprised to see that it was Victoria who had grabbed him. Although he was relieved that it wasn’t some big security guard there to throw him out, he was nonetheless concerned that an enraged Victoria could just as easily pick him up and toss him down the elevator shaft.
“Who do you think you are? You think that just because your daddy owns some big advertising firm that do can do whatever you want. Treat people like dirt. Well here’s a news flash, bub, this isn’t junior high and your bullying doesn’t work in the real world.”
“Who do I think I am? Who do you think you are? Walking around with your morals displayed for everyone to see. You like to put on a show so that other people will see you as this caring person who never thinks about herself. But deep down inside, you know as well as I do, that it’s all about Victoria.”
“How dare you.” Victoria’s face turned a deep shade of purple as she struggled to defend herself. “I spend my life trying to help people. All you do is take advantage of them and try to see how much money you can swindle out of people.”
“Yeah…well at least I make money.”
“Ooo…good one Neville.”
“Quit acting like a child.”
“Me? I have never been talked to like this before. You’re such an oaf.”
The insults continued to fly. Neither one of them was listening to the other, each trying to get out as many words as possible. Victoria had some good shots about his vanity and high priced suits. She was adamant that he only cared for himself.
Meanwhile, Neville targeted her soft heart and kept ranting about how phony she was. Everyone could see past her façade and into the deep deception she had in her soul. When all of the rational arguments ran out, they began to attack each other in the same manner that children would fight over who was their parent’s favorite. Victoria took to calling him a spoiled
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