Chapter One
HYPOCRITES! BLOODY two-faced smug bastards. f**k!
I slam the door as I flounce from Miss Pritchard’s office. She’s no better than they are—pretentious, superior, always looking down on me, always finding fault. Still, I need this job—correction, needed—so I should have been more careful.
Fuck! f**k, f**k!
It’s been exactly twenty-eight minutes since I was summoned to present myself before the head of Corporate Services. I knew the moment I read Miss Pritchard’s email that this did not bode well.
An issue has arisen which I need to discuss with you. My office, 12.15.
Miss Pritchard is a woman of few words and rarely does she waste many of them on me. I reread the terse message, then checked the time at the foot of my screen. It was already four minutes past twelve and I ha
