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“Shut the door”

My fingers tightened into my palm before I loosened them and did as he ordered—because God forbid he actually ask

For a second I just stood there by the door, the sh away forHe stared at me with his dark eyes that always see shots back here just to deal with life

“We need to talk about your attitude,” he finally said, and I felt it, ed at what he just said

I shook my head slowly, blinked a few times, then finally prompted, “Excuse me?”

He leaned back in his chair, the fake leather ht settled farther

“With the customers You have a nasty attitude toward them”

I opened and closed my mouth Then repeated the action, because I was seriously speechless

“I sa you spoke to that high-top that just ca belly and druers

Slowly er I felt it bubbling up, so sick and tired of this shit My cup hath runneth over

“Oh, youthings to me?” I crossed my arms over my chest and dared to take a step toward Ritchie “Youwho sexually assaulted me and laid his hands on my body without e contort htly, and then he shifted on his chair, clearly uncomfortable with this side ofcontrol and finally done with the fucking shit men threw at her daily

His bushy dark broere pulled low, and he stood, walking around his desk before leaning against it He crossed his ar, but really he looked like just another asshole

“You can’t talk to the customers that way”

I scoffed and shook ht now? It’s okay to co these pricks, let the to toe the line?” I shookthat me and Bosco’s, me and Ritchie’s professional relationship had come to an end