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A laugh tumbles from my lips before I can even fully process how fuckingrudethat is, and I don’t have a second to so much as gasp before Sloane is sneering and continuing on.
“Whatever it was, just be grateful you got anywhere and don’t push for more.” She drags icy blue eyes over me with a look of disgust that makes me feel about two feet tall. “Wearing shortskirts isn’t going to get you into bed with a man like Nick. It’s pathetic to eventry.”
My mouth drops open in outrage, thoughts going a million miles a minute.
I worked my ass off to get my work noticed. I’ve done her workandmy own for over a year. How dare she throw that in my face just because she clearly wants Nick’s attention all to herself?
We’re not in high school.
And he’sclearlynot interested.
Besides, I wear the same bland, below-the-knee pencil skirts to work since I started interning here! Not to mention that Sloane was practically shoving her tits in Nick’s face.
She has no room to talk.
“I’d really rather not talk about?—”
“I’m doing you a favor,” she says snottily. “You’re just making yourself look stupid. Nick doesn’t like desperate women.”
I duck my head down, staring at the tiled elevator floor so I don’t snap, but I can’t help the mumble that slips out under my breath. “Really ought to take your own advice on that one.”
Sloane narrows her eyes at me, stepping closer with decisive, threatening snaps of her heels.
“What was that? Speak up if you’ve got something to say, Morgan.”
I clench my jaw hard enough that it hurts, just to reel in all the anger boiling in my bloodstream. It will be something that I’llhave to deal with later. Maybe I should take Taylor’s advice and go to one of those rage rooms she’s always talking about.
“I said I’ll keep it in mind, ma’am.” I force a bland smile to my lips and push my glasses up the bridge of my nose before meeting her hateful blue eyes. “Thank you for the advice.”
The words leave a sour taste on my tongue.
Sloane scoffs at me like I’m dirt on the bottom of her ridiculous high heel just as the elevator doors slide open.
“Come on,” she snaps, waving me out of the elevator impatiently. “I’m not dealing with your errands alone.”
I’mnot the one who told her to do this, but I follow her out of the elevator instead of arguing.
Maybe if I’m meek and cooperative enough, she’ll stay out of my cubicle and let me get some actual work done today. I walk behind her as she stalks her way up to the desk of one of the girls in the HR office, launching into a list of demands without even letting the other woman say anything.
My phone buzzes in my blazer pocket, and I pull it out to check it in case it’s work-related. Nick did say he was going to have his assistant email me.
Instead of an email, my heart stumbles in my chest when I see a new text waiting for me.
Mister Mystery: How’s work going, Miss Morgan?
As much as I want to fill him in on everything, I want to be in a good mood when I tell him. Sloane’s shitty attitude can ruin my mood for the day, but I don’t want it to spoil the good news.
Riley: It’s a bit of a rough day so far, but it’ll be fine. Just my supervisor getting on my nerves. She rides me over her own made up issues a lot. But… I’ve got good news! I’ll tell you later though! Don’t let me forget.
Sloane’s long fingers come between my face and my phone, snapping at me again, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to swat her hand away.
“Get off your phone, Morgan,” she hisses, utterly disregarding the fact that she’s actively scrolling through thirst traps. “Jess or Jane or whatever is going to get your badge sorted. Hurry up, some of us are busy people.”
I smile tightly, exhaling through my nose before hurriedly slipping my phone back into my blazer pocket.
“Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER 5
