CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE: BITCH FIT

I stand a few feet away from the elevator doors, my cell in hand. I try to force myself to stay distracted as the time passes. After Karen’s accident, that was solely my fault, I allowed her some time to go home, with the request that she return after lunch.

Being an ass kisser was in her gene’s. It didn’t matter that she was trying to throw me under the bus, take me down in hopes that would change her position in our workplace, the woman would be here on time.

12:15 on the dot. The door opens, and there she is, looking just as fresh as she did in the earlier mornings wearing an insignificant dark blue dress. Her eyes light up when she sees me, and I watch her struggle to grin.

“There you are,” I say aloud. “Right on time.” She nods her little head as she steps off onto the floor.

“You said after lunch,” she says softly.

“That I did,” I responded. I took a few steps closer to her, towering over her. God, I love heels just for this reason. I want to make you stare up at me right b