Siena’s POV
"Yes, sir," I say with a broad smile.
But the truth is, inside, I want to dig my nails into his neck for exposing me like this in front of the other interns, and to top it off, letting them mock me.
No one mocks Siena Barone, and although I could become an insufferable b***h against all of them to the point of ruining their internships, I prefer to aim straight at the man in the black suit standing on the stage with a haughty and pretentious look.
"I can be twice that."
"You may take a seat, Miss Barone."
I nod with my eyes fixed on his, not lowering my head, and I do as he asks with elegance, crossing my legs and sitting up straight.
Seconds pass, but they are seconds that make me smile even more. Seeing the son of a b***h staring at my legs as he did has not gone unnot
