Sabrina's POV
The sticky liquid seeps into the fabric of my blouse, spreading quick like wildfire. Jane throwing her drink on me in retaliation is not how I had imagined this conversation would go. I was hoping she would apologize for the cruel words she said about me, but instead she took the petty route.
My eyes widen in shock, looking between Jane and the mess on my shirt. Spilling coffee has happened too many times in the past week, which could be a sign for me to steer clear of the liquid. I should become a tea drinker.
Jane has a smirk on her face, “Now we're both a mess. Clean this up, newbie."
Everyone in the break room is watching our interaction closely. I can tell they want to say something, but in a situation like this it's better to stay quiet and let us handle it. Althoug
