I got severely mad. Alex was coming to the party with a date? That was what I deduced when I received his final list by e-mail the next evening as soon as I logged in. I was livid with rage, especially after I’d assumed that we were making progress post the previous night.
Shirley Kazatsky. I already loathed her.
Thankfully for me, I didn’t have much time to waste over the matter, and I shove it at the back of my mind to attend the more imminent problem at hand. Mr. Griffin seemed to have worked out my prevarication ruse and was making my life a living hell. With great relish, he ordered several insignificant changes on the draft version, only to revert them back to what I had originally conceived. The bastard!
“Arianna!” he hollered none too gently over my desk as soon as I had undone
