Judy’s Pov
This douchebag isn’t talking to me like that, is he? Calm down, Judy. I shifted from one leg to the other, hoping that maybe this way I could endure it without retaliating or talking back the way I wanted.
“If you were that eager for a job, then you would have come to me.”
“And you think you can give me a better position?” I asked.
“Yes, honey.”
I rolled my eyes hard as I took another sip of wine.
“You and him don’t make a good pair. Look at him, talking with some hotshot model; someone you’ll never be.”
“Pick one thing, Archer. Calling me a w***e and trying to coerce me into working for you is just wrong. Also, I don’t exactly like being called a w***e—especially from someone I know wants to get into my pants.”
“Excuse me?”
I turned to face him now. “You still haven’t
