Patricia steps away from her door as I get closer.
“Close it,” she says as she sits behind her new, shiny oak desk.
“Close what? TheSand and Sunaccount? The gira ticket for the title color change?”
“The door,” she barks, then mumbles, “But your mouth would be better.”
Oh, this bitch. All right. Gloves off.
I close the door with a good amount of force, making her startle. Her nostrils flare and she glares at me.
“Oops,” I say as I stroll up to the window and look out.
It’s a decent office with a nice view of the city. It towers in silver and black out there in the distance, miles away. We’re closer to the burbs, which was the only way I was able to afford an apartment, and it’s been great. Better traffic than being in the heart of the city.
“Sit,” Patricia demands.
“Nah, thanks though. The view is nice.”
“Caitlin, sit.”
“I’d prefer to stand.” I glance over my shoulder. “This won’t take long.”
Her cheeks turn pink under her foundation, and her eyes almost bug out of her skull. It does feelsogood to get under her skin. I might have some regretti spaghetti later, but for now, the petulant child in me is grinning like a loon.
“You’ve been purposefully sabotaging this campaign,” she says.
“I’ve been doing every single thing you ask me to do,” I reply, doe-eyed. “So, if I’m sabotaging the campaign, it’s by your direction.”
She bites her bottom lip, like she’s holding back a curse. I think I know which one it is.
Her shoulders rise and fall with quick, heavy breaths. She’s even angrier than Vick was, and he’s the one taking the hardest fall for thisSand and Sunsetback.
“You’re not better than me,” she spits.
I turn back to the window to hide my smirk.
“What a strange thing to say.”
“Don’t pretend you’re not thinking it,” she says, her voice low and growly, like a dog trying to convince another dog it means business.
I clasp my hands behind my back. “We came into the press as equals. We have similar degrees and experience.”
“I heard what you said to Vick.”
She must’ve had her ear pressed to the door real hard.
I sigh and turn around, leaning against the windowsill. “It’s not like I have a lot left to do before I clock out, but can we get to the point?”
She crosses her arms. “I did a lot of work on that presentation, and I know you’re upset that I brought it to the bosses first, but quitting over it and trying to ruin it all before you go is childish.”
Ooohhhh, fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou.
“I didn’t invite you to collaborate with me on the translation project.You stole my work.”
She scoffs. “We’re colleagues, we share all our work. Bounce ideas off one another…right?”
Fuck you times one million you stupid bitch.
