~~PEYTON~~
"f*****g bastard!" I shriek, yanking off my three-inch heels and tossing them at the doorway. They hit the floor with a satisfying thud, but it doesn't quite quell the rage simmering inside me. All this did was remind me of the $95 I splurged on them last week.
Raphael is annoying as f**k; he is the absolute illustration of an ant crawling under my skin. Does he have a problem with me or something? Did I wrong him in any way?
When he asked that loaded question, the one about my dedication, something snapped inside me.
"Try me," I said. "After all, I'll start as a probationary employee, won't I?"
He shrugged, that infuriatingly blank expression still plastered on his face, and said, "Okay. We'll be in touch soon, maybe."
I didn't wait for another word. I practically stormed
