"f**k you, Johnny! f**k your d**k! This b***h’s name is Sabrina, you f**k!"
My shoulders shot up in surprise at the yell, and the folder I was holding flew in some random direction.
A woman in a red dress stormed out of his office. One strap of her dress was hanging off her shoulder, her lipstick was smeared around her mouth, and her hair looked like it had went through a tornado.
She slammed the door shut and marched toward me like I was the one who ruined her life.
"You!" she screamed, jabbing a finger with acrylic nails so long I thought they’d stab my eyeballs. "Go inside and tell your boss to f**k himself!"
I pointed at myself, confirming if I was the one she's talking to.
"He’s a f*****g dickhead!" she yelled again.
My shoulders rose, eyes shut tight as her voice shattered my
