File folders are messily stacked on my desk, which is driving me f*****g insane. But I’m more annoyed I have to work through lunch. Or rather, my ‘lunch’ with Alyssa.
Blake dumping his workload on me is a d**k move. He’s threatened by the progress I’ve made since I started. He’s supposed to want me to do well, but I think if he thinks I do too well, I’ll end up taking his job. So, he pretends to set me up for success when he’s waiting for me to fail. He might be right about me taking his job if he continues pulling this s**t on me.
tooI’m lost in reading the reports when I hear my office door creak open. I pop my head up to see Alyssa.
I’m so not in the mood for her neediness right now.
“Yes?” I ask without looking directly at her. “I’m busy.”
“You stood me up,” she states, her tone s
