Diana's pov:
The documents flopped on my desk with a loud thump. A few pens and posts rose into the air from the force the documents had been dropped with. I raised my head, seeing Amanda standing right there with a smug smile on her face.
"That's all the backlog of work you have to complete." She said, pointing a long finger to the files. "If I were you, I'd get started on them immediately."
The audacity on this girl.
"Remind again, why were you bossing over me when we were at the same interview?" I asked, keeping a straight laced smile on my face.
"Because I'm better than you? And I don't know what underhanded means you used to get the job when it should have been mine?" She scoffed in annoyance.
"Why don't you come out and say it?" I said, folding my arms on top of my desk. "I
