CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“She has nerve.” Osana stormed into her office and slammed the documents on the desk. “Everyone’s lost their fuckin’ mind but me.”
Clarice rushed into the room with flowers. “Ms. Royal?”
“Not now.” Osana threw her purse across the room and ripped off her blazer. “I’m so not in the mood.” She plopped in her chair.
Clarice held out the gorgeous bouquet of assorted flowers. “But Ms. Royal you—”
“She’s trying to drive me crazy.” Osana flipped through her rolodex. “I mean that’s it, isn’t it? My mother’s trying to drive me up the damn wall!”
“Ms. Royal—”
“I’m so sick of being disrespected.” Osana gripped her head, accidentally freeing more strands from her up-do. “I work my a*s off for this company and Momma sashays in here a few times a month and people kiss hers. Can yo
