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“Is there something wrong?”
“Yes, there is,” Karen tells me with a sigh. “Do you know why I just transferred Ellie to the marketing department?”
“Because she isn’t a trustable person? I mean, I just told you what happened when—”
Karen cuts me short by raising the palm of her hand up in the air, a solemn expression on her face.
“You might be right,” she nods. “Ellie might not be trustable. But you never gave her the chance to explain herself, did you? And she asked you for a word in private.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you could’ve sorted this out privately. Instead, you chose to publicly humiliate her, and you abused your power and position of authority in doing so. I don’t think you’re ready to be Style Coordinator, Ashley. Not yet. That’s a position of leadership, and you just blew your first challenge over a personal issue.”
“I humiliated her?” I repeat, too dumbfounded to say something else. “What the hell is that even supposed to mean? I catch her in bed with my boyfriend and she’s the one who’s humiliated?”
I’m shouting now, but I don’t even care.
The pissed-off train is coming and there’s no stopping it.
“This is fucking bullshit, Karen, and you know it.”
“It is what it is, Ashley,” she simply shrugs. “You won’t be promoted.”
“Yeah? Not a problem,” I hiss. “I quit.”
I don’t even give her the time to stop me. I just snap my heels together and march out of her office, so furious that I can barely see more than two steps out of me.
Yeah, I might not have a boyfriend, and I might not have a job…but at least I still have some pride.
Let’s just hope that’s enough to pay my bills.
THE END
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