LAUREN'S POV
“The manager said you can come into her office.” The receptionist said, her voice calm and neutral, though her eyes carried that flicker of recognition that told me she knew exactly what kind of reunion was about to take place.
Great. That annoying, proud asshole of a manager was still in the headquarters. I had silently prayed — no, I had hoped with every fiber in me that she’d either been promoted out of here, transferred somewhere across the country, or better yet, fired for her terrible attitude. But clearly, the universe wasn’t on my side this morning.
From the moment my manager back in Italy told me about my immediate transfer back to America, I had started suspecting it was her. It made too much sense. Headquarters didn’t even give me a week, not even a couple of day
