“You had me banned from the building,” I hear myself bite back. “I didn’t have much choice.”
Oh, God. Wrong answer. Too chippy.
I have to get control of myself, or I’m going to lose this confrontation. I’m already at enough of a disadvantage, standing here in waitress gear, being peered at by the entire room as if I’m something the dog dragged in. I need to be calm and steely and inspired. But seeing Arnold in the flesh after all this time has thrown me off balance. As hard as I try to stay calm, I can’t. My face is burning, my chest feels tight. All the traumas of the last few weeks are suddenly erupting inside me in a whoosh of hatred.
“You had me fired.” The words burst out before I can stop them. “You lied.”
“Olivia, I know this must have been a very difficult time for you.” Arnold
