Fiona POV
That bastard had no right to treat me like a common gold digger. Nolan knows how I feel about Andy, yet he still had the gall to suggest that I’m the one trying to climb to a higher position. The thought of stooping to Andy’s level and going behind Nolan’s back like that makes my stomach churn as I slam back a shot of tequila.
Does Nolan seriously think of me that way?
I hope not.
What hurts more than Nolan’s words is the fact that I’ve tried so hard to prove myself and all it took was one moment of concern to ruin everything. If I’d kept my mouth closed, this wouldn’t have happened, but I had to listen to the little voice in my head that told me to warn Nolan.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“Another, please,” I call to the bartender. “And could I get a serving of loaded nach
