“You could let me fuck you.”
I stared in absolute shock as Karl said it. Finally, I composed myself and finally said, “You want to make love to me? That’s your price?”
He snorted. “I don’t want to make love to you. Last week it was all I thought about. Not now. I want to fuck you. Fuck. There won’t be any love involved at all.” That hurt. Really, until this moment I never would have thought Karl wanted to make love to me. Sure, I was attractive and I knew that. Nonetheless, he’d said it was all he thought about. That was surprising, very surprising. It hurt because I’d had a crush on Karl for a very, very long time.
“I just put a very good offer on the table, Karl,” I said.
He stared at me with his damned dark eyes and said, “No. I’ll take the bullshit deal and I’ll fuck you. That’s it or I’m gone. I called my headhunter last night and had four offers in my email this morning. I’ll stay if I get to fuck you. It’s only appropriate I get to do to you what you did to me.”
It wasn’t my call and it certainly wasn’t intentional on my part. Karl had just landed an eleven million dollar contract. It was the biggest contract in the history of the company. The sales force worked on a twenty percent commission but the upper management got greedy. When he left the office at five o’clock to go get the signature, there was a meeting. The new compensation plan set a cap on commissions for any single client, a cap of five hundred thousand dollars, effective starting with all orders turned in the next day. He’d arrived in the morning at seven-thirty with a bright smile, delivered his contract, and then headed for his desk.
His smile disappeared when he saw the email I’d sent to the sales team. Management had just cheated him out of more than a million and a half dollars. He rushed into my office and I held up my hands helplessly. “Karl. It wasn’t my call.”
“I’m gone. I get my money or I quit, and you know that deal was only one of nine. Hell, four of the others are bigger.”
I lifted up my hands and told him again that I was helpless in the situation. “That’s bullshit,” he said. He was right. The whole situation was bullshit. “I’m going home and I’m going to be back here tomorrow morning. If you fix this, fine. If not, you’ll have my resignation.”