Chapter 9
Ashley
Blistering. That’s how I’d describe the thermostat of my temper at the moment. I can’t remember the last time I was so outrageously furious. Clearly, most of that showdown was Mr. Stryker’s fault. He’s been a domineering force since I started working here. And although he’s never been nasty, he’s always set me on edge in a way I can’t quite identify.
“You are being treated better than the rest.”
Yeah, right!
“You seem remarkably ungrateful for someone who was given an opportunity when no one else did, no questions asked.”
And what about all those extra hours I put in, with not one word of acknowledgement in return?
“You have a chip on your shoulder, young lady.”
Yes, I do. Against assholes like you.
“I can assure you, I am not the man you think I am.”
For a brief
