15. In a fight

"And then, you hear the voice of voice over artist saying—"

"Times up. That's a wrap for today. We'll continue this meeting tomorrow." Nessa announces, cutting me off.

I can't help the scowl that appears on my face. "I'm not done with my pitch."

Nessa smiles sweetly at me, standing up and packing up her files. "It's not my fault the meeting was set to go on for only an hour."

My other colleagues are torn in between leaving as well or staying to let me complete my pitch because it's lunch break. I'm tempted to tell Nessa to go fuck herself, but I know it won't be very professional of me. So I bite back my words, disconnect my laptop from the projector and walk out of the conference room with the lot.

I don't go to my cubicle though. I follow Nessa to her office. She's one of the only people with an office on our floor, but she's definitely the only one who exploits the power that comes with it.

"What do you want now?" She asks when she glimpses at me behind her. Immediately after she