Page 128 of A Very Fake Play


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She huffs.

Must not stab your co-worker on your first day on the job. Must. Not. Stab.

An awkward moment settles between us.

Broden heads to the coffee machine.

I take a small sip of my coffee, wishing it was laced with booze.

“You just started,” Maybellynn says. “You haven’t proven yourself yet. You don’t deserve the former CEO’s office.”

Maybellynn not Maybelline is getting on my last nerves.“And you do?”

“Yes.” If she juts that chin up in the air any more than she already is, she’ll fall backwards.

Mmmm. Maybe it’ll do her some good if she were to land flat on her ass. This woman needs an attitude transplant.

“I’ve been here for two years.” She’s not done pissing all over her territory. “I’m a diligent worker. Thanks to me, Kaz always gets the best of the best and when I can, I always get him the best possible price to save him money. Without me, he’d be lost.”

Jeez, she thinks highly of herself.

Forget about landing on her ass. I wish there was a ladder somewhere so I could climb it and bitch slap her.

“I’m a damn good supply manager?—”

“Supplycoordinatorfor all three of Kaz’s restaurants.”Someone had to correct you, bitch.

She shoots daggers at me. “That’s because Kaz is blind to what I have to bring to the table.”

Do I detect a tinge of narcissism in that statement?“Right.” I nod.

She glares at me with unabashed hostility. “There are no reasons for us to work together, so stay out of my way.”

This woman doesn’t even know me, and already she’s rejecting me.Fun times ahead.

“Copy that.” I offer her a salute.

She lets out a loud exhale of exasperation and rolls her eyes.

I flip her a mental middle finger.

With that, the office barracuda turns around and stomps out of the kitchen on her ten-inch heels that don’t have red soles.

Wow. Just wow.

Broden leans into me. “She’s a lot to handle when you first meet her. A real tough nut to crack.”

Or areal nut job?“Thanks for the heads up,” I say. “But like she pointed out, it’s unlikely we’ll be working together.”Thank you, God.

“Lucky you,” Broden says under his breath.

My eyes widen.

He cringes. “You didn’t hear that.”

Oh, yes, I did.

There’s a knock at my door.