Chapter 5
“Miss Roth, you’ve caused a lot of trouble today,” Tyrant said as Emily stood before her in the tiny beige-colored cubicle that served as her office. Tyrant sat in a swivel chair behind her desk, which was filled on one side with stacks of paper arranged in neat rows.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“We have those rules in place for a reason, yet you chose to break it. As a result, the shop lost a lot of money, and you hurt a very important customer. What if he decides to close the account with the shop because of this, or word-of-mouth rumor spreads about how we don’t take good care of our clients and products?”
Emily kept silent. There was nothing she could say to that. The rules were clear, and she just hoped breaking one had not cost her too much.
Tyrant removed her glasses,
